Showing posts with label Palazzo pants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Palazzo pants. Show all posts

Monday, 28 November 2011

Working Girl

(Image via Phase Eight)

Question:

Can palazzo pants be suitable in a work-based situation?

The picture above suggests they can.

Another question:

But would that only be when worn with a jacket?

Third and final question:

Is it ok to buy from Phase Eight?

I really hope the answers are:

Hell yes!

Oh goodness me, no!

Shh, it's fine as long as you don't tell anyone... (Oops!)

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Wide Boy


(Via Paul Smith)

Swoon! I love these palazzo pants. They are soooooo wiiiiidddde. And the whole boyish thing is super cute too though definitely not my style. If only they wouldn't make me look like I was knee high to a grasshopper and twice as wide. Which I know they would. Then I'd snap them up like a shot.

Thursday, 7 April 2011

What a Palazzo


(Via Asos)

So we've all gone a bit bloomin' crazy with the sunshine, huh? Myself included. I'm rocking a bright floral maxi skirt, breton stripe and a sandal today.

Woo-hoo! It's warm! Yeah!

While I was enjoying how marvellous everyone looks when they aren't bundled up in coats and scarves I saw a terrifically elegant lady in cream wide leg trousers and a blazer. Elegance personified. I used to have a lovely pair of cream corduroy trousers from Hennes that I have lived in during the summer months for the last eight years or so. But stone me if I have not the slightest idea where they might be. I rather fear they must have gone at the thigh, worn through after so many, many outings, or suffered at the hands of their drunken owner's antics with a full glass of something colourful and sticky. (You know, like a vast batch of Sangria or something similar.)

So I must source a new pair. And I rather favour these from French Connection. But they are a palazzo pant. And I am a little short and ever so slightly wide. Will they make me look like a hobbit? At least in height. I hope they wouldn't make me sprout hair from my feet and hands and start talking with a West Country accent, my loverrrrrr. Ooop.

But with a flat sandal and a long sleeved, slightly diaphanous nude shirt I think they might be rather the thing. Hmmm, yes, I rather think they would.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Fancy Pants


(Via Elle)

In my eternal quest to find an item for the season that invariably will not suit me, I give you the palazzo pant.


(Via Topshop)

Almost certainly not kind to those wide of hip and short of leg. And so of course I want it.


(Via River Island)

I think even with my mammoth new wedges I wouldn't be able to carry this off. So I should just put the thoughts away, shouldn't I?