When I left home at 15 my future looked pretty grim. My first couple of jobs were local to where I was living at the time in East London, and a far cry from today’s trendy streets of Hoxton. Think grimy market caffs, and glorified independent pound shops. I didn’t have much choice though, it was imperative that I was earning, but I was underage, and therefore illegal to employ. Once my sixteenth birthday had been and gone, and I had a national insurance number, I started thinking about other options for work.
A chance encounter led to me to the Army & Navy department store in Victoria, now known as the House of Fraser, where I was employed in their fashion accessories department. I’d go out clubbing all night on Friday and roll into work the next day, full of sunshine and as carefree as the wind. I had the ability to talk the hind legs off a donkey back then, and would walk around the store chatting to anyone and everyone, asking if they’d like to open up a store card.
Within a few months I was the top opener, and I think it was probably this accolade that led me to a job in London’s iconic department store Selfridges. I was employed by Pretty Polly, to work in their concession in the hosiery department. I was only seventeen at this point, which now seems so young. Considering though that just one year previous I was dodging advances from sleazy older men (who happened to be my bosses), and working for £2 an hour, I was doing pretty well for myself.
I remember being in awe when I first started at the amount of money people would spend on tights, but it didn’t take me long to realise that quality was essential, and like all clothing less is more, as long as they are well made. I became a huge fan of Wolford, and still have some lurking around in my underwear drawer almost twenty years later (true story)!
I often look back at the year I worked at Selfridges so fondly, and it was wonderful to have a little trip down memory lane a few months ago with one of my best friends (see photo above). I don’t go back much, but every time I do it’s had a complete face lift, and is always chock full of super stylish cool gadgets. We had a good old wander around, then settled at Hix for cocktails. The mezzanine that the bar resides is directly above where I used to work, selling tights all day.
With all this fresh in my mind, the lovely folk at UK Tights asked if I would like to host a give away for them, and we’re giving one lucky reader the chance to win a £25 gift card.
UK Tights have a fantastic sale on at the moment, and something for everyone, with prices starting as low as £2.50. They even have my beloved Wolford’s on offer, so do check them out.
To be in with a chance to win, simply enter via the Rafflecopter below.
Best of luck everyone 🙂
**this is a collaborative post, please see here for my full disclosure policy**