This weekend has been all about relaxation. Saturday I went to visit my cousin and the baby – who is beyond cute – I then spent the evening tidying my room. The amount of pure crap that I keep is unreal.
Today, I whipped up my second banana choc chip loaf of the weekend, and headed to one of my besties for tea and cake. What with it being a lazy day and all, there was only one thing in my mind when I got dressed. Comfort.
Which is why I rocked out my printed trousers.
I ordered these trousers from Topshop on a whim. I loved the print and had originally thought they would be a heavy material rather than a jersey, which they actually are. When I tried them on, a while ago now, they were too tight on my hips and thighs – the troublesome area. I vowed to return them but just never got round to it.
This weekend I pulled them out of the wardrobe and tried them on, willing them to fit ad look semi-decent on. And they did. Fit that is, I can’t vouch that they look semi decent.
I’ve rolled up the ankle (I am a massive fan of ankles showing on women and men) and paired them with a plain, over-sized black tee and the not-so-new boyfs Muhammad Ali jumper. Sorted.
I hope you’ve all had a good weekend?