These are my Millennium tights. That’s what the design was called, because the millennium was the hot thing back when I got them, in 2000.

They were an eye-opener, my gateway into the world of fancy legwear. Up until I got these as a gift from Eric, I’d frugally been buying plain black or skin-coloured tights only.

They are among the oldest clothes that I own and still wear. Very occasionally, to be honest: they’re more air than yarn at the toes, and I mostly keep them out of nostalgia.