It’s the year of the trousers! I’m trying to extend my casual wardrobe because to be quite frank and a little bit Rita, I’m tired of the guy at the corner shop asking me if I’m off to a party when I’ve just popped out for some milk. So here I am, in my trews, ready to do lunges and high kicks and all those other acrobatic moves you just can’t get away with in a pencil skirt without it splitting.
If you’re after pantaloons with a vintage look but don’t like your cankles or can’t be arsed to shave them, then I recommend a pair of cigarette trousers. This ankle-grazing, high-waisted style became popular with women in the 1950s and with me late last year. They are far more forgiving than their calf-chopping cousin, the capri pants, which transform sturdy limbs like mine into trotters. Like most things, except perhaps tracksuit bottoms, they look even better worn with heels.
The Bonnie trousers I’m wearing are from Collectif and come in a range of fabrics. Confusingly, the different colour-ways don’t all fit the same. To avoid the already stressful process of trouser-buying becoming a weepfest, check the product description on the webiste to see if they come up large or not. I cried in a changing room so you don’t have to.