Originally posted on Sara Bran:
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The leaves are coming down which means the tights are going up in our house. While the Teenage Songbird is dressing her shapely pins in skeins of sheer and shimmer, the Biscuit Thief and I are just plain itchy and scratchy. We, with our highly reactive ‘sensitive’ skins, practically BLEED with annoyance the entire autumn/winter season because of the brutal and perilous world of tights and wool in general. As an added bonus, my seasonal look is topped off by a nose that becomes my personal temperature, mood and alcohol gauge from September to February with a neutral setting of ‘shiny, scarlet and dripping’. I spend the chilly months living in fear that the thin, papery husk of skin holding me together might, at any moment, rip open like the Hulk’s shirt, causing my guts to tumble out onto the gum-strewn pavement; the shiny…
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