The story about this pants is quite interesting. I bought it last sale, so not this one in July, but the one in Feb, after I had James, just because I liked the color, and thought it wouldn’t hurt to have some more pink in my wardrobe. However, the pants was obviously too long for me (always the case with Zara pants) so I had to bring it to the tailor. The tailor was located in Covent Garden, where I lived at that time. But as you know, we’ve moved after we had James, which resulted in me not going to Covent Garden anymore, but to Knightsbridge instead (how convenient all those amazing shopping areas so nearby). Anyway, this pants was lying at the tailor for around three months, alongside my white MIH Marrakesh jeans and some other items I never picked up. Shame on me! How can I treat my clothes like that? Like they are nothing ;) Well, end of the story was that I picked them up, after three or so months…
What am I trying to tell you here? Well, NEVER bring your clothes to a tailor before you move (after having a baby) because you won’t find the time and peace to collect them ;) I am currently packing for another move… Yes you read it correctly, ANOTHER MOVE! But I learned from my mistakes, and no clothes at any tailor at the moment. Soon more about the new place! What would you like to see?
T-shirt: Zara
Pants: Zara
Shoes: Zara
Belt: Zara
Jacket: Pauw
Bag: Alexander Wang
Sunglasses: Prada
Lipstick: Chanel
