These shorts should come with a health warning, I mean ... they barely cover anything. This is one of the dangers of buying online. I bought these an age ago and was positively horrified when they arrived looking a size more fit for a Barbie doll. They got lost in my wardrobe but continued to taunt me every time I came across them for not being brave enough to give them a go.
I've since been spotting them here and there in cool fashion shoots, and it got me speculating. Granted, I have more arse to squeeze into them than the models that I've seen wearing them but ... hey, it's worth a try, right? The lycra inspired a little touch of sport luxe to my usual style, giving me the opportunity to drag out my varsity jacket. I always forget how much I love this thing.
Outfits like this remind me to nudge myself out of my sartorial comfort zone every now and again. It's refreshing to stray into clothes that you wouldn't instinctively reach for and figure out a way to make them your own. Plus, I get a pat on the back for bravery.
On a side note, please excuse my fat bottom lip. I had my lip bar changed yesterday, and for some reason this morning my face seems to be objecting. It's calmed down now, perhaps it just wanted to have it's say.