I hate to say it but the above really is a quote from the 1966 series of Batman...I'm not sure which episode so the mind is left to boggle over what happened to cause such an outburst...but as a haberdasher is someone who, according to Webster's dictionary, is "a dealer in notions" I think I'm safe to use it for this post...though "Holy hosiery" would probably be more apt.
Because I seem to be addicted to American Apparel's tights at the moment...they're long enough to cover even my pins...beautifully opaque...and in a selection of colors that is making me giddy with excitement. The toe was stuck into the water, so to speak, with a bright red pair. A trip to the store yesterday garnered blue tights and bright yellow mesh socks...what I am going to do with b.y. mesh socks, I don't know...but once I had them in grasp I knew they were coming home with me. Now if I can just get my sticky little fingers on a pair of the back-seamed pantyhose in the "Coming Soon" section my hosiery drawer may be replete. |
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