Tonight I saw my best friend’s dad in tights. It was something special. My socks are ruined from the rain and my voice is hoarse from calling out (A TOAST!A TOAST!) but god it was so worth it.
If you can’t tell I’m meant to be Columbia (a very gothic Columbia, everything but the shorts and the socks from Tatty Bon, shorts are from In the City) and Sophie is working a rather convincing Brad. It’s amazing what male underwear and some eyeliner can do.