I remember wearing khaki coloured stockings, with beetle pattern, in the early 60s. They were a birthday gift from a neighbour who worked in the hosiery department of one of the big department stores in town. We don't even have a department store in our town now.
I commented to DH the other day that the one upside to being old is that I do not give a stuff what people think of the way I dress, I tend to wear for comfort and am no longer able to wear tights.
Good Morning Saturday 20th April 2024
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic