The overwhelming smoothness of my Wolford tights resulted in disaster a few days ago when, whilst rushing down the stairs after being promised a cheese toastie, I slipped and smashed the two ceramic mugs I'd been carrying. That weren't mine, that were my boyfriend's Mum's. Tea: everywhere.
I headed to M&S to replace them today before she returns from a cruise (for the record, I had to settle for something similar rather than a replica so am still fearing wrath).
Noticed as I passed the shoe aisle that they've very successfully replicated Louis Vuitton heels from last season in a wearable/affordable fashion... so I'll let them off.
Oh so sad as I managed to finish my sweater in time but am still so psyched about how well it turned out that I wish I could keep on wearing it. Already planning to recreate in a more all year round colour to cushion the back-on-the-hanger-you-go blow.
Nb. Please ignore my bizarre grimace in this photo. I couldn't have been less ready.