Denim

I went shopping for some new jeans yesterday. Well, perhaps shopping isn't quite the right word. As I had received a lovely gift card to top shop for Christmas (thanks again, parents), I went in there determined to find a pair. There are good things and bad things when it comes to top shop and jeans. One seriously good thing they have going for them is that all of their jeans come in three different lengths, and they have several different styles as well. The bad thing is that top shop tends to be rather trendy, so this means skinny leg, skinny flare, straight leg, or boy fit jeans. Oh, and to make things slightly difficult, the jean sizes are all in inches like man jeans. So trying to hedge my bets, I decided to try the straight leg and the flares. Now, the flares were ridiculous, because, well, they were ridiculous. The straight leg technically had a slight bootcut, so they seemed like the way to go. However, while the jeans I had tried on technically fit correctly, to my American senses they still seemed a little much, so I decided to get a pair one size bigger because I figured they would at least look somewhat normal. Now, I got the bigger size, and they manage to be both too big and yet spindly at the same time. I have to keep pulling them up, but the limited width of the leg is still a bit shocking to me (although I must admit, more of what I had in mind than the original pair I tried on). Don't worry, I have no intention of walking around with these jeans tucked into boots. Oh, and when I got back and was cutting off the tags, I found that the jeans came with a guitar pick. Why, I have no clue.

Speaking of boots, I don't understand how everyone here seems to think those flat, slouchy, just above the ankle 80s boots are a good idea. I am also a bit awed by the people you see walking around seemingly wearing ten shirts, a denim mini skirt, a giant belt, tights, and either ballet flats or said boots. It seems like putting such a montage together would be very time consuming. Not to mention the accessorizing.

I also finished looking through British Vogue and was a bit disappointed. It lacked the insightful articles that you find in American Vogue. The only article seemingly worth reading at all was about society's relatively new-found obsession with handbags, because I felt I could somewhat relate. After that there was just an unnaturally large section about property. So not worth nearly 4 pounds. I had wanted to buy Vanity Fair but I couldn't find it at the train station. No deal.