How I love this Chanel look for spring! All drapey, and gorgeous, and casual at the same time. Very dressed-up bohemian, and totally seventies. And those are some fancy pants, aren’t they? A bit too fancy for me. And maybe just a teensy bit too see-through?
|Chanel/Neiman Marcus advertisement in Vogue|
The Armani outfit below is better. Gosh, that looks comfortable and gorgeous. I love those flat shoes, and that tunic. But while those flowy, swirling pants are lovely, they’re not for me. And not just because they’re Armani (and thus way too pricey)… but because… well… I don’t do flow-y, or drapey, or swirling anything. I’m too much of a structured jacket and tailored pants kind of girl. At least I think I am. At least, I always have been.
|Armani advertisement in Vogue|
I love this Chanel look too. The layering is great. But I think I’d lose the hat and shawl and pair the pants with the Armani tunic and shoes above. Wouldn’t they make a wonderfully chic combo? Less flowy, still comfy? That’s if I had the budget for Chanel, and Armani.
|Chanel ad in Vogue|
I saw those Chanel and Armani looks in Vogue a while ago, and ever since, I’ve been thinking of sweat pants as street-wear. Not necessarily fancy pants. But not the grey, stretchy sweat pants I’d wear to the gym, nor the ubiquitous black yoga pants, which everyone seems to wear everywhere. But a kind of in-between, sorta-dressy version. Not fancy, but still polished, and definitely comfy. Like these cream Vince “pin-tuck” joggers, below.
In the dressing room, I pulled on the first pair. Yep. Too short in the leg, too baggy in the bum and hips. Ickkk. Not the look I was going for…. but not surprising either. Then Ruth, the wonderfully energetic and thoroughly cheerful salesgirl who sold me my new Citizens of Humanity jeans, brought me another style. “Try these,” she said. “They’re much longer in the leg than the other styles.”
“Right,” I laughed, “They’re size six.” She just grinned and, bowing to her greater knowledge of their products, I retreated to the dressing room. Still chuckling … size six, not unless I was having a flashback would I even think about a size six … I pulled them on. All the way on. They fit me. Perfectly. Ha. Well. I guess that shopping, like life, can still surprise me.
These are my new “Harvey pants“, below. They are joggers on the bottom but trousers on the top, with two slash pockets and pin-tucks at the waist. Oh dear, that young model looks…sad, doesn’t she? And in dire need of some fresh air and sunshine, poor thing. And if size six fits me… well, do sizes go into negative numbers do you think?
This is me in my new joggers, a white long-sleeved tee, my Paige jean jacket, and my Stuart Weiztman loafers. And a Burberry scarf that I love.
The pants are slim through the hips and leg which I like. And the flat pleats in front totally disguise my middle age middle. “Oh, my gosh,” I said to Ruth, “Where did it go?? I seriously LOVE these pants!” Even if they are a bit shorter than I would like, they look good with my loafers, or with flat sandals. And with my red Gap tee shirt.
How about you? Are you a fancy pants kind of person… or not? And has spring sprung where you live?