…you do not talk about hold-ups. Or so it would seem. Because I can’t be the only one forced on occasion to wander the streets with one bare leg thanks to the whims of my hosiery!
I know I’ve blogged about this before, about the trials and tribulations of legwear that suddenly for no reason decides that it’s not going to do as its name suggests and “hold up” a moment longer.
For me it has always been a question of sourcing – Marks and Spencer and joyfully, Primark both offer styles with extra wide lace tops, two bands of rubber rather than one flimsy ring, and excellent stretch. But, just occasionally, even these fellas let me down. Whether an act of rebellion or whether they just give up, I don’t know, but there’s nothing more disheartening than feeling them make that slow decline down your thigh, knowing that eventually they’ll reach the point of no return and drop, pathetically, into a heap of skin tone synthetics around your ankle.
This morning I hadn’t time to stop every ten paces to hike them up, so just whipped the offender off until I got to the station. Where I replaced it, hoping it would last until I got to work at least…
And it stayed put for the entirety of the day! They really are perplexing creatures!