I did not realize that Napoleon so diligently journaled the details of his romantic life; I listened to a recent episode of the Betwixt the Sheets podcast. They reference a letter he’d written/meant for his lover, that he wanted his face to be in her “black gardens,” or something.

Anyway I probably shouldn’t have put these expensive Japanese tights in the dryer. Have you ripped tights off someone? Sounds hot I think.