I recently had two scheduled days off work, and I figured I’d take the time to clean my apartment and see friends and catch up on household-type stuff and do some intense lingerie field research and investigate shops I’d never seen before and generally be a productive, functioning member of society.
Mostly I sat in bed and took pictures of the cats.
I kid, I also pole-danced and bought blinds. But mostly the bed-and-cat-pictures thing.
ANYWAY, on Sunday I finally made it out of the apartment and went to Brooklyn to hang out with my cousin, who lives in a brownstone with HER cat, who looks like a long-haired-slightly-smooshed version of Gus, so, obviously, gorgeous. We had dinner and drinks and all sorts of lovely visits, but the first thing we did was head across the street to Peek Brooklyn’s base camp. I got to meet the lovely Tina, who created the whole operation and also models some of the wares, and she took me up to her stock room and just started handing me packages of stockings and hold-ups and tights and obviously I wanted all of them and there was lots of heartbreak. In the end, I bought myself two pairs, promising the others I’d come back for them one day.
I knew I wanted either hold-ups or stockings, and unfortunately (or fortunately for my credit card), Tina didn’t have this beautiful pair in my size. I’ve only ever seen Cuban heels on seamed stockings; the French heel is lovely and sleek and sexy.
I knew I had to get a pair of the fringed hold-ups, since I loved them the first time I saw them. I went for the opaque ones instead of sheers, because I prefer wearing opaques with boots (and knee socks to protect the tights from any rough edges) in the winter. The fringe will be like my own naughty little secret, while my legs look all discreet and secretarial.
And then she showed me these and the pictures of the models wearing them at the Lingerie Alliance show from the weekend and I squealed and grabbed at them rapturously and they were mine.
These are so freaking pretty. Seriously, I kind of feel like I need to go buy a pair of swanky shoes that’s worthy of them. They are ladylike and feminine and sexy and I love them. They might be the classiest things I own.
My cousin surprised me by picking up a pair I had wistfully put back out of budgetary concerns and buying it for me! You guys, I love pretty girly things. I do. I know this comes as a huge surprise. These are so lovely and feminine in an understated way. When worn with a knee-length skirt and tall boots they’re subtle and work-appropriate; peeking out from a short skirt or a little black dress, they’re flirty and seductive. Cousin, you’re awesome! I cannot wait for the temperature to drop so I can start busting these out.
I got a sneak peek at some of the new styles Tina will be getting in over the next year, and I think I can safely say that I have never seen a shop with such a meticulously, creatively, and gorgeously curated collection of hosiery. The styles range from eclectic and daring to elegant and sexy, without ever veering into staid, frumpy “pantyhose” territory. Tina also hinted that Peek Brooklyn is in the very early stages of planning the development and launch of their own in-house label, which I can’t WAIT to see.
As we were on our way back downstairs, Tina stopped us and showed us how she stores her hosiery. She has each pair folded neatly in its own ziplock sandwich bag, and she’s labeled the outside of each bag with masking tape (needless to say, she has awesome hosiery—I saw purple seamed Agent Provocateur stockings and lace hold-ups and all sorts of patterns and colors). I’m sort of blown away by how simple, cheap, and genius this idea is. The bags protect your stockings from getting pulled or scratched or torn by your drawers, your fingernails, and any other items you store in the drawer with them, pairs of stockings or hold-ups are less likely to become separated, and the labels mean you’ll never, as I once did, think you’re pulling on a pair of black tights, only to realize at the office four hours later that they’re actually bright purple. I’m stealing this idea, and I think you should too.