Yeap, after a gloriously sunny warm weekend I developed more than just a slight tan. I woke up with the most horribly congested head ever known to mankind and while I would have loved being at home on the couch, I was instead at work, sniffling, coughing, getting cold chills and in general being patient zero.
Sick day attire if I was at home? My biggest jumper, my IPhone, a blanket and not much else but a whiny, disgruntled look on my face.
Nothing new really.
After a fleeting thought entered my mind that I needed a new pair of jeans, this sudden flash of brilliance soon turned to obsession as I started to scour the web for the perfect pair of denim duds to add to my collection.
After a few hours of aimless searching, I decided to re-evaluated the ratio of denim currently squished into my wardrobe. After counting at least 13 pairs of jeans and not having even touched my shorts drawer, I slowly closed all my web browsers, shut the lid of my lap top and slowly backed away…
And so begins my week in denim, where I feel it only right to pay tribute to a few of my old and new favourites every day for 5 days.
Where better to start on a horrible rainy Monday, than my oldest, most faithful pair of ripped, shredded and completely falling apart TSUBI jeans. Yes that’s right, purchased while the brand was still spelt TSUBI with a silent T, before they had to change to KSUBI with a silent K.
Starting off as a pair of very regular, black skinny jeans, enter a pair of sharp scissors and a boring day at home 5 years ago and they are now completely and purposefully ripped to shreds and literally about to split at the seams. Although loved, I feel that these puppies are well and truly about to go to denim heaven to be reunited with my old wide leg Sass and Bides and my favourite pedal pushers (yes I had more than 1 pair) from the early 90’s, along with a few other gems and train wrecks along the way. I feel i’m starting to cross the line between “derelicte” and homeless.
Rest well old friend. You were truly one of my favourites.
As someone who would live in track pants and hoodies all day if I could, the ‘sports chic’ trend has been a god send.
No longer is my old grey sweat shirt banished to be couch potato, gym or sick day attire. Throw on a pair of heels, som jewellery and old grey is free to proudly roam the streets, bars, pubs and work places.
Breathe in the fresh air old grey, the world is your fleecy oyster.
Alexander Wang long sleeve shirt / French Connection mini skirt / Yves Saint Laurent black sandals / Michael kors bracelet / Jacquie Aiche gold jewelry / Lana gold bracelet / Helene Berman beanie hat / Ray-Ban sunglasses / Butter London nail polish