|Me at the front door contemplating.... the Nineties?Shirt, clogs, t-shirt|
|Trifecta of French Vogue editors, mistresses of tu'ck de la demi, via Joslyn|
Tuck angst aside - chambray shirts are easy; venturing into chambray jeans is another thing altogether. Witness the trying on of Isabel Marant, whose "French insouciance" has earned her the devotion of the entire blogosphere. I must be deformed or something because these remind me of that Friends episode where Rachel holds a magnifying glass up to Monica's crotch. In my 20's I more than proud to be part of the famous (in our own lunchtime) Wellington netball team called The Growlers (we could have called ourselves The Vaginas but Growlers had a classier ring to it) but this is a bit ridiculous!
|Isabel Marant jeans|
|Technically known as "PA" pancake arse|
I tried the jeans and shirt from the new AG-Liberty collaboration, not flattering on me either.
I'll leave the chambray jeans to 11-year-old Tallulah.
Or take it in another direction...
How do you chambray? Full tuck with skirt and statement necklace, the half tuck or the loosey goosey? Whatever your tucking philosphy, I leave you on a Saturday arvo with the ultimate chambray song, Stevie Nicks' Landslide.