-Julien Grayson:
I hate when stockings slide down.
There is nothing more irritating than feeling that slow, traitorous inching around my thighs when I'm trying to look put together. It ruins the entire mood.
I'm standing in the middle of my room, one foot propped on the edge of my bed, carefully rolling the thick pink and white stockings up my leg again, smoothing them with deliberate fingers.
I learned a trick two years ago from a video I saw online. A thin line of body adhesive along the band. Not too much. Just enough to keep it in place without making it uncomfortable. I swipe it carefully, wait a few seconds, then press the lace firmly against my skin.
Perfect.
I repeat the process with the other leg, adjusting until both bands sit evenly, high on my thighs. I straighten slowly, checking the mirror. They aren't sliding. They won't slide.
"Stay," I mutter under my breath, pointing at them as if they can hear me.
The skirt comes next.
