Back to Black

All I want to do at the moment is find the perfect pair of black jeans/trousers as the basis of my autumn winter wardrobe. I have very much fallen in love with my James Jeans Hunter so I might get those in black and wear them every day.

And for the days where I will have to be freed of them for the laundry I also like these NYJD jeggings and Toast's black cords.

(Images via Mimi Noor, Toast)

A Little Bird Told Me

As a girl who mostly dresses in a pretty feminine way, I tend to struggle when it comes to casual clothes. I am not a natural jeans and t-shirt kinda gal.

I started young. I would cry if my mother tried to put me in trousers when I was a little girl. If I had had my way I would have worn a party dress and a bow in my hair every day.

For quite sometime my favourite item of clothing was a bottle green princess coat with a velvet collar. Sigh! I still dream of it.


(Via Whistles)

And not much has changed. I have definitely had casual phases, but now I am happiest in dresses or skirts. I like an accessory. I just feel a bit invisible in casual clothes. I didn't really own jeans until I was 21.

I struggle with casual clothes. I tend to often look slightly over dressed. Not that I mind. Better to be over dressed than under dressed, surely. But sometimes it would be nice to fling on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and have done with it. But I'm not sure if I can carry it off, I don't think it is really that flattering.

What other alternatives do I have?

Nice Lionels

(Image via Asos)

Having well and truly whooped the ass of the skinny jean I no longer feel the need to spar with it. So what possible alternative? My attention has wondered to the flare.

Far easier to balance out the generosity of my hips, surely. They would have to be very dark and worn smartly, although not with platform heels as that is just too 70s and J-Lo.



And while I love her (I really do, even her movies, a total sucker for them, I know, I should have kept that quiet, shouldn't I? I have just lost all credibility, haven't I? Shhhh! Maybe no one noticed...) I do find her penchant for a polyester appearing flare ever so slightly disturbing.

But I could rock them, right?

Skin Deep

(Image via Net a Porter)

Why are there certain items that you can never let go no matter how much you know they are never going to suit you? One of those items for me is the skinny jean. I have hips and a bum and thighs, the skinny jean is not my friend. I know it isn't. I know it calls me rude names behind my back. I know it spreads gossip about what I got up to at the Christmas party. But to my face it is all sweetness and light. It denies having done anything wrong and asks me to give it another chance.

I thought I was over it. I thought I was bigger than that. That I knew that hanging out with the skinny jean wasn't going to make me look cooler than I really am. But over the last couple of days I have heard its call again. "Go on, maybe you remember me wrongly, maybe I do really suit you. Go on, give me another go. What's the worse that could happen?" I particularly heard it today from a pair that were wrapped around the legs of a delightful young thing with a fierce glad.

I should just be strong and ignore it, though, shouldn't I? As you have mentioned previously I don't even wear denim. Not really. Why is it so hard to just let them go, admit that while we might coexist in the world that we don't necessarily need to be joined at the hip, that they are always destined to be mean to me? WHY??!