As usual, I’m late to the party. To be exact, I’m late to the “pants party” (to quote Steve Carrell’s character from the epic American masterpiece Anchorman). Admittedly, I have been standing outside the pants party, staring longingly in through the window for quite some time now.And today, I finally made my entrance. I went and scored me some hot pink pants.
Colourful Skinny Jeans fron New Look and only 16.99 GBP - about what you want to pay for a pair of hot pink pants!
Colourful denim, while a very large trend right now, is certainly not a new trend. Up until today I had been trying to sort out exactly how I feel about colourful denim. Sure, I have owned the odd pair of Nantucket reds here and there, maybe some white jeans for summer. That’s the easy stuff.No, what I’m talking about here are the colours that are serious about their commitment to fun: fuchsia, teal, yellow, mint. Those colours.The colours of our childhoods, and oddly, the colours that strike paralytic fear into the neutral-loving hearts of most adults.
Now, I am not an anxious person, nor am I particularly self-conscious (clearly). I don’t fear my age, I don’t hate my body, and I stand firmly behind my philosophy of wearing what suits you, not what you (or others) think is “age appropriate.” But for some reason, until today, the thought of putting on a pair of bright fuchsia pants made me start to break out in a sweat and scan the room for the nearest fire escape. Can I actually wear a pair of hot pink pants at forty and not look like a complete nutjob?
Okay. Just kidding….were you scared? Me neither. And that is pretty much how this whole thing got started. I went to the store and simply put the pants on…..and nothing happened. Then I walked around a little bit….still nothing. I went outside the dressing rooms and even talked to some people I knew. All good. So, to answer my previous question, can I wear hot pink pants at forty and not look like a nutjob; I am happy to report that the answer seems to be yes. Yes, I can wear them, that is. Not yes, I am a nutjob. That is a different post, for a different day
And you know what else? Hot pink pants are fun. It’s that whole thing about how your mindset changes as you change what you are wearing. I think the legendary acting coach Uta Haugen called that phenomenon “changes of self”. The legendary style blogger Highland Fashionista calls it changes of pants.
Styling-wise, I like to keep things very simple when dealing with a hot pink pant. The pant is my accessory, and I do not feel the need, nor the desire, to load-up on jewelry, carry a crazy bag, or make a huge statement with my hair or makeup. Let the pants speak for themselves, I say. Or scream for themselves, as it were.
And an added bonus; hot pink pants appear to have an ability to transcend the season and move from summer to fall to winter with little more than a change of a chambray shirt, a black tee, or a chunky knit. They have longevity. I’m in.
From top left: chambray shirt from Old Navy, Weejun Wayfarer loafers by Bass, navy Breton top from Topshop,
white blazer from Balmain, Grey tank from Topshop, peep toe wedge shoe from Prada,
chunky knit from J. Crew (past season).
So there you have it. You are all cordially invited to the pants party hosted by the Ya Ya Sisterhood of One and her Flaming Hot Pink Pants. I like mine so much I went online and ordered a mint pair as well....thats right....mint. Watch this space.