Fuschias Were Made to Pop

Stepping out en route to Sydney, the new beloved tights were destined for a short lifetime.

Black leggings protected them at soccer, we removed them completely for tree climbing at Lugarno, but a tumble at Central Station on Sunday has left a gaping hole.

And now, she relies on my darning skills....

Oh dear!

Well here they are still intact, at the Goulburn Bakery.

The sheep (and I) am thinking - if only they had been wool, as I had imagined when I ordered them from eBay.