Now there may be many who say, with 2 days to go before you turn 41, loud prints could be verging on the mutton dressed as lamb look. But not me. This summer I have fallen for loud prints, especially trousers with loud prints, in a big way. It comes from acceptance. Acceptance that I will never have a 21″ waist thanks to 2 children and my love of wine, but also acceptance that my legs are pretty darn good from running. It’s very un-British to want to show off (and I don’t mean bragging), or to even say you think you look great, but maybe some of the American confidence is rubbing off on me.
My pants today are not for wall flowers that’s for sure! I have seen them on bloggers all summer and admired how fabulous they look with their youthfulness and tiny statures. Then while browsing the Zara website the other day I saw the last pair on sale for $20 and snapped them up knowing full well they’d probably be returned to the store. Well last night they arrived and they are fabulous! It was utterly joyous this morning putting them on after a good run – I couldn’t stop grinning. I felt full of mischief this morning sitting in my car knowing people had no idea what I had on my legs!
Here they are in all their glory – the Zara tropical print pants: