If anyone wanted to know the best possible item of clothing to wear when the heavens have opened & the ‘Big Guy’ is pissing down on us… it’s not these. Heavy legs & soggy knickers are an awkward look to sport; I’ll spare you the saggy-crotch shots… Up until then, the breezy, bandy-legged walk through town was a welcome change from the skinny-fit, stiff-knee I’m used to. I’m still on the lookout for some serious tight-thighs-into-tent-sized-bell-bottoms (without the £200+ Elizabeth & James price-tag), but until then, I’m happy to float through streets in these… [& float, I did. I’m not kidding… you should try it].
Also try digging through your old clothes because you might just come across gems like that jacket. How I’d forgotten I owned that… I really couldn’t tell you. I can tell you how a fur-lined leather biker feels, though… & I imagine it’s akin to the feeling a little Joey ‘roo gets in it’s Mama’s pouch. Toasty… and no need for a scarf. I won’t be forgetting about this jacket again anytime soon.