The humble pair of trousers, dismissed by many of my sisters-in-vintage who claim not to own a single pair. Well, I'm outing myself, I love wearing them and the wider and louder the better.
I feel different in trousers, purposeful and more feisty, they're the garment of choice when I'm forced into dealing with the grown-up necessities in life like lawyers, accountants and bank managers.Not so long ago for women of my age (and older) wearing pants professionally was seen as an act of rebellion. As 16-year-old students at our all girls' grammar we fought for the right to wear trousers to sixth form classes and I courted controversy in the boardroom by daring to wear a trouser suit to work in the 1980s. It was assumed I was a lesbian for years afterwards but it certainly put a stop to the directors slipping a crafty hand up my skirt when I served the Château Margaux.
How times have changed. Mind you, my semi-retired elderly accountant nearly fell off his chair when I walked into his office this morning dressed like this so maybe trousers still aren't as widely accepted as they should be.
|Lovebird choker (50p, Miss Selfridge closing down sale 2008)|
|1960s sculptural earrings (courtesy of the magnificent Pao)|
I think I've still got my serious business face on here, I don't look this grumpy normally, honest!
|1970s Lilac crushed velvet blouson (Birmingham pop-up vintage market, £10), Red wool bell bottoms (hand made by me), 1970s wide-brimmed hat (courtesy of the lovely Zoe), lacy scarf (The gorgeous Elizabeth)|
Hope your week's started off well. I've got several hours of Rolling Stones footage to catch up with on the i-Player this evening so I'm happy.
See you soon!