I just need you to bear with me a few minutes whilst I let this morning’s second cup of coffee get into my veins and into my brain and give me a boost of sassy writing skills.
The writer’s block is in fact so extreme this morning, that I’ve actually had to pause the episode of Baby Daddy playing in the background because the noise was interrupting the conversation I was having with myself in my head.
(Can any other Baby Daddy fans please stand up and make themselves known please? I need to feel less alone right now. Thanks cherubs).
So yeah, black culottes.
The new wardrobe staple for sitting about the house, going out for dinner, going to house parties, going to meetings and just being an all-round sassy bitch.
And when I say new wardrobe staple, I mean, wardrobe staple I bought back in April and then wore once and hid at the back of my wardrobe along with all the date night dresses that have never seen the light of day.
But hey, I’ve rediscovered them and I am OBSESSED. So obsessed in fact that they have entirely replaced jeans. Like, I physically don’t remember the last time I wore jeans.
I’m just going to list for you a few reasons why black culottes are pretty much as good as a Domino’s stuffed crust dunked in a garlic and herb dip.
They go with everything. They go with striped tees and cute blouses and slogan tees and roll neck jumpers and lace camis and well I’ve run out of ideas for things people wear on their top halves.
You can wear things tucked in of them or tucked out of them. Which, let’s be honest, you can’t really do with skinny jeans without looking like a bit of a plonker.
The disguise a big bum and big thighs. Like um hello you have no idea what’s hiding under here.
They’re as comfy as pyjamas. Almost. Well maybe not BUT you can sit cross-legged in them without wanting to cry and that counts for something. WAY better than jeans for sure.
They’re suitable for work and for jazzing up with a low-cut top and a lipstick for sashaying about a party with a glass of prosecco in your hand.
OK, I think I’m at the end of my list. How are you feeling?
Also, these culottes aren’t so much culottes as cropped trousers because of my measly height, but you get the gist.
Photography by Bang On Style.
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