I’ve developed a bit of a thing for statement pants lately. They’re the perfect pairing with loose cotton tees and a lot less stifling than jeans, which makes them an excellent summer staple for lazy dressers like me.
As much as I love them however, I suspect statement pants are one of those fashion things that kind of perplex men. Every time I pull on a pair, Adam says “those are crazy pants”, which always makes me laugh and wonder if he’s actually calling me crazypants for wearing them. For the record, he did seem particularly impressed today when he realised I’d managed to match my lipstick and sunglasses to them, so there is that!