I have just spent the night baking a pear tart (I bake surprisingly despite being completely inept in the kitchen...) but that ain't the only bit of tart I've been cutting up... (please read that with a 'hard nut' Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels geezer accent...). I must have some sort of radar for tights as a while back Tights Please also sent over a selection of their tights offerings for the new season, whilst we're on the trail of fessing up about freebie tights. When I looked at these Pamela Mann printed tartan tights, I have to admit I was quite disturbed. With my g'pa living in Edinburgh, many a summer was spent up near the big black volcanic rock and looking at copious amounts of tartan along Princes Street as the mothership insisted on buying YET another dozen tins of shortbread to keep at home as 'emergency gifts' (she just has an addiction to those novelty tins...). I'm definitely no expert but 'fake' tartan, as in non-clan, non-region, churned-out-randomly sort of tartan tends to be blindingly obvious. Fluro pink tartan tights for instance might be such tights giving off said faux vibe.
Not to say that the tights haven't been derived from a real tartan but printed on these tights, I was a bit perplexed as to what to do with them or how to wear them. So if they ain't right, I say mash em' up! Or specifically...cut them up and do some tight-piece-playing. Coincidentaly, Queen Michelle of KoS and her perfect bit of tartan reminded me I needed to mash these tights up for my tainted/flawed mix of tartan... which of course makes it easier to wear some more WTF-nes...like this crazy printed dress that I still look at and wince, wondering why I bought it...
Let there be something ok-ish to come out of withering glances, winces and eyesores...
