Glorifying the Mundane

Glorifying the Mundane does exactly what it says. You might hear about baby carrots and milkshakes. You might hear about the pungent guy on the subway. I can only promise that the absurdity will be ordinary, quintessential and tempered with my acerbic observations.

Friday, November 03, 2006

I have a problem.

It's not just an addiction to baby carrots and kinkiness. I have a problem with legwear: tights, stockings, fishnets, knee high socks. A big problem. I also like boots. I bought a pair of red and offwhite tights today. They are not fishnets, but they do have patterned holes. I bought 2 pairs of striped socks and 1 pair polkadotted socks (from a street vendor 3 for $5). They are knee-highs. I also bought grey wool knee highs and wierd pumpkin-y yellow over the knee socks from H & M. I love H & M. This might not seem like an indulgence to you, but I have over 20 pairs of sexy knee high socks and about 87 pairs of tights/stockings and 4 garter belts. Some people call me the sock queen.

This might not seem like a "date," but if tights were boys, I would have a harem. And if H & M had a pulse I would marry it.