Calzedonia

Super super rude staff there. Very arrogant and not helpful at all.

Have you ever left your home (or hotel, as it were) for a night out and realized you were wearing the worst motherblasted tights on earth? It’s akin to being in very uncomfortable underwear. It ruins your night.
Ok, maybe that’s not a totally common occurrence for everyone, but I made the major mistake of packing new tights without first trying them on or wearing them. I blame my baby, packing for him distracts me. (That’s a lie).
And, yes… these tights were the WORST. By the time I found myself standing in front of Clazedonia with 10 minutes to spare before meeting pals for dinner, I was just about dying trying to hold them up. What the hell tights, you have ONE JOB. Fail.
So, imagine my sheer (pun intended) delight to be on the streets of Munich and in front of tights/​socks/​leggings emporium Calzedonia in this dilemma. HEAVEN sent!
In about 4 minutes flat I had TWO nice pairs of leggings (one of which is the shaper legging… intriguing!) and a pair of very comfy cotton black socks. I wore those black leggings and socks right on out of that store (after paying, of course) and never looked back. Good as gold. Sometimes you just have to adjust the basics and things get back on track.
Calzedonia is fantastic and specific. Socks. Leggings. Tights. That’s it. It’s not big, but it is well curated, the girls are friendly, it’s inexpensive (all in I was still out under 50 euro) and they have fitting rooms.
Tossed those stupid tights in the trash and GOT ON MY WAY! Thanks Calzedonia, you’ve got a lifetime customer.