Can't say I'll be going back. I'd been passing Body Sox since I moved to Amsterdam a few years ago and finally went in the other day, as I've ruined almost all of my tights (as I do) and the shop was having a sale so, yay!
The shop is tiny and packed with more tights than my limited shopping patience can handle so I asked the matronly shopkeeper if she had black tights on sale. She silently and swiftly crossed the room and pulled out a package of tights from her regular selection. Price? Yeah, let's just say there was no shortage of packages priced with 3-digit figures here.
I mentioned the item was a bit above my budget so I would just keep looking. The woman's anger was palpable: the riff-raff alarm had gone off. Her forced demi-smile disappeared more quickly than cookies in a fat kid's hands, and her mascara-heavy eyes were now shooting icicles at my common head. Swish, swish. Package back, drawer closed, back turned.
No idea if they have something within my budget. The exit became the only appealing thing in the shop after that.
Not everyone can or wants to spend 300EUR on tights. Sue me. read more