Autumn has fallen. You know what that means right?
TIGHTS SEASON has officially begun.
I love me some tights. My obsession with hosiery began while living in Italy. I was walking to the market one brisk fall day, I had to get to class but my eye got caught in a storefront window. Black netting, fishnets, and braiding called my name as I entered the Mercado Calzetteria. The stockings that covered the wall were pieces of art, each design so intricate and stunning, I knew I was in trouble. My legs were in love.
Since that day on the mean streets of Trento, I have become obsessed with stockings.
I have a collection the collection. It is by far the best collection of hosiery any Clevelander has ever had. I buy them when I travel, I buy them online. When we went to Paris three yeas ago, the only thing on my mind was tights. Parisian tights. I searched the streets of Paris and finally on our last day in the city of love, I hit the jackpot. An undisclosed amount of money later, and I was one satisfied lady. The Chef, not so much.










