OOTD: Berry Paisley Print

Oh em gee world!

Behold...AN ACTUAL REAL OUTFIT OF THE DAY!!

'Day' being the operative word.

See 99.9% of my previous OOTD's were ermm...actually Outfit of the Night/Evening's, or, well just any time other than day.

And it's time you guys all saw and realised that I do in fact wear clothes.

Aside from on weekends where you will find me mostly in a onesie and/or dressing gown, given that I have little or no life.

Indeedy, and I'm sure you will thank me for this...but no, I do not go nekkid during the day, and I've not yet been imprisoned for indecent exposure, despite numerous attempts by my left (and occasionally right) leg to escape and run hop as free as the day it was created.

My left leg tells me it likes the idea of birthdays, and therefore it prefers to wear birthday suit attire in a bid to try and get presents, ahem...

What I wore:

Pleather Jacket (with removable faux fur yerrrr): Bank £48

Chelsea boots: New Look £24.99

Trousers: H&M 9.99

White strappy top: Primark

Necklace: eBay £1.59 like no word of a lie!

So right...these trousers!!

Let's discuss.

I saw these in H&M about a month ago and aside from the beauty of their berry colour and prettiness of their paisley printed goodness striking my eyes, I was drawn to the price tag like some crazed creature would be to a coveted item...

It was almost, but not quite, a Gollum moment.

Yet again my self control won this battle, and we had no repeat of my Hamsa dress drama.

Praise the lawd.

Seriously though you guys - the full price of these trousers was a mere £9.99.
Nine pounds and ninety nine pence.

I'll just let that sink in for a second...

*One*

Too good to be true?
Yes.
The price may have sunk in and left a not so huge dent in my bank account, but my legs however could not sink in to these trousers at all.
I had, in my optimism bought a size ten, underestimating the sheer size and scale of my smaller-than-six-months-ago-but-still-rather-large-lady-lumpage and over estimating the sheer lack of elastic in these pants!

My god are they tight!

I got them past my knees, and then I won't lie, it took two of us to attempt to prise them up my thighs.
Once they reached my bum all hope was lost, and I was forced to admit defeat and hunt for my receipt.
My rhyming skills know no bounds yo.

I was new trouser-less and sad.
My right leg was cackling like the crazed creature I almost became, and shrieking about its new life and freedom on the run hop.
I shut it up in a pair of bright orange jeans *coming soon oooh*.

Try and escape those, b*atch.

My advice for these trousers would be that if you are a female and therefore have either hips, a bum, thighs or otherwise - go a size up and avoid the inevitability that is 'fruitless receipt hunting'.
Now in a more sensible size twelve, my mum and her amazing photography skills could capture them on for my blogging pleasure yey :D
They're still reasonably tight around the booty, hippage and thigh areas, but for under a tenner I really couldn't care less.

They would make for yet another FBOEP (Food Baby of Epic Proportions) fail though...good thing I haven't worn them to eat out, I may never get up...

On my face I got the opportunity to wear my Rimmel Kate Moss Matte Lipstick in 107, because, well, what else would you wear with trousers this colour?!
The rest of my face donned 'the usual', with at least three shades from my new and beloved MAC palette, and my hair was well, big.

And there, ladies, (and gents) you have it - an actual daytime outfit!!
YEYY!!

Maybe one day though I'll show you the truth.
I'll bite the bullet and post you a picture of myself in my actual weekend clothes.
Clothes which permit the consumption of food, while controlling out-out-control limbs.

I'll show you my loyal and most faithful of outfits.
My onesie.
<3

Oh dearest onesie.
Nuff luv man.