Giving you the skinny

Ssshhh, don’t tell Trading Standards but today I am wearing skinny jeans. This is only the 2nd time I have done so. Despite buying a pair about 3 months ago, I have been too chicken to actually wear them, feeling that the fact that they’re called skinny jeans might be a clue as to why a short-legged, big-bummed fattie really has no business to be wearing them. But last weekend, as we were about to go down to Suffolk, I noticed my usual bootlegs were too grubby to wear. The skinnies were my only non-tights option. I put them on and stood in front of bf. His honesty can be brutal, but you can rely on him to tell you how it is. “Do these look okay?” I fretted. He took a long, careful look “Yes, they’re fine. Quite nice actually” (I may not be actually quoting here but it was something like this). Phew. I felt self conscious but kept them on. (Beth – no need to mention it to the fashion mavens as I wore them with Converse plimsolls last weekend and I have Birkos on now.)

I wore them again today – to work! – because I’ve got a loose shirt/blouse thing on and I think the more voluminous top might be better with a slimmer leg jean. Gulp. Even on me. I rarely wear jeans to work because I feel too chubby for them but I’m meeting bf at my mum’s and then we’re driving straight to Suffolk for the long weekend which although predicted to be sunny is still a little chilly in the East. I do have the bootlegs packed just in case.

I saw a kerfuffle in the media that Anna Wintour is now in bootlegs so it would be just typical if I’ve only just plucked up the courage to wear skinnies as the rest of the world (or the fashionable ones) seamlessly swop to bootlegs just as I vacate them. Hmm, maybe there’s a link....