We’ve all been there, desperately trying to concentrate in order to get a piece of work done, finish some coursework, revise for an exam, or write a sparkling cover letter, but there’s just something stuck glued to our brain and it won’t get away. For me, right at this exact moment, it’s these jeans. These tremendously heart-warming Topshop high-waist Jamie jeans in Storm. I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about them, I’ve never even seen them in real life, but they’re gently seducing me and it’s getting me all in a fluster. The worst part of this horrendous ordeal is knowing they’re out of my reach until next pay day, because (cue violins) I just paid off my romantic little Greek break today. First world problems anyone?
I want these little beauties to accompany me to LFW (alongside two new pairs of heels that I shall reveal later) because I am entirely sure they’re so eye-wateringly tight they’ll suction my bad boy thighs into pins. I want to wear them with pretty tucked in blouses and my fur-trimmed coat and a splash of lipstick and Stella McCartney’s L.I.L.Y. perfume (which is divine) and feel so effortlessly glamorous.
But woe is me, i’ll have to wait till next month, and hey, it might even be spring then, and they’ll look as equally beautiful with one of my many blazers.