Jeans, trousers, cargo pants . . .
I have a problem. I am a serial dressaholic. Or, without being too limited, I’d say I am a skirtaholic – anything that doesn’t require trousers is a goer for me. I have what they in the circles of hell …
I have a problem. I am a serial dressaholic. Or, without being too limited, I’d say I am a skirtaholic – anything that doesn’t require trousers is a goer for me. I have what they in the circles of hell refer to as an “apple” shape. I’m bigger on the top than I am on the bottom and, though my legs aren’t my worst asset, without the addition of a floaty shape on my upper half, they resemble upside-down triangles that taper down towards tiny ankles.
Sometimes I find trousers that I like – most recently, a pair of Cheap Monday jeans at Urban Outfitters. And, in the same Urban Outfitters just the other day, I came across a pair of BDG stretchy, dark denim jeans that I quite liked the cut of, until I realised that they were, despite the presence of a zipper and a waistband, glorified jeggings. Aside from my issues with made-up words (the recent culprit being, brace yourselves, the skegging), there is something about the jegging (denim legging, for the uninitiated) that just reminds me why I don’t wear tracksuit bottoms outside (because it’s too easy, and they’re never flattering).
Therefore, I refuse to allow my jeggings to be categorised as trousers; they are leggings that are made out of denim, they cannot be worn without a top that covers the derriere, and they do very little for anybody. Their one saving grace is that they are unfailingly comfortable, and will give you no lines under anything, as they are bodycon taken to its extremes.
So here it is: my own, personal wardrobe mayhem. Next week, I am embarking on a mission: to find not one, not two, but three pairs of trousers that I like, that fit, and that flatter, with our without heels (because c’mon, everything looks better with heels). Watch this space.