What’s love got to do with it?
You know it’s love when you can’t imagine ‘not’ being with the object of your affections; things feel comfortable and not only can you just be yourself around the other person, but you feel the most yourself—a better, new improved version. You also share the same values, along with identical moves on the dance floor, and you make jokes that only the two of you will ever understand. You go everywhere together—they fit into your life seamlessly, like no other, helping to expand your previously formed ideas about the world and everything in it: because of this, you picture them in your future.
I say all of this because, well, I think I’m in love!
You see, I purchased a pair of culottes recently and we have formed a steadfast relationship.
Finding the perfect ‘companion’ whether in the form of a jean or trouser is challenging at the best of times (for the petite girl): there’s a constant battle with length, hips that are cut too wide and curve half-way down the leg, a flare that has to be omitted from the initially attractive vintage jean, and then there are skinny jeans — I am still faithful to mine, however, they tend to betray me; bagging at the knees, and don’t even get me started on the relaxed harem pant! But this isn’t a story about my epic, woe-be-gone shortcomings of ‘height deprivation’ (if there is such a thing?). No, this is a story of commitment— of one person to a garment, a love that can last…well, a lifetime.
I’ve played around with them and paired them with a variety of tops and it’s amazing how a look can transform from simple and casual, to structured and dressy all with a change of shoe, the addition of a jacket, swap a button-down shirt for a cropped or boxy top…and if you’re tall, go for a slightly over-sized, relaxed jumper.
My feelings for my newly formed relationship have been hinged on the fit—we’re on the same page as if it was meant to be! I can see myself going through spring, summer, autumn, winter and back again with the new found object of my affections.
I acquired my first pair aged eleven. A family friend passed them on— in a bag— grey plaid culottes with a matching top/jacket. I lived in that outfit, matched with a pair of vintage block-heeled loafers (off-loaded from a strange lady down the road).
While every day feels like a holiday in these culottes, I know that this will not be fleeting like the relationship I have with printed trousers. I am loathe to say that I love them, because although they’re attractive, they don’t fit easily into my life; they’re loud and command attention like a screaming toddler in a supermarket checkout queue (15-people long), where everyone has an overloaded trolley stocked for a 3-day weekend.
So there—my thoughts (and feelings) are on the table. If I had the opportunity to take a Tom Cruise moment to jump up and down and do a fist pump (or two) in front of millions of international viewers on a talk show, I would, lest I look back years on and my relationship has gone awry. For now, I’m currently romanced in my new found partnership, one that I hope will stand the test of time…and if it doesn’t? At least I can say that I lived and loved in each moment without regret. Plus, there will always be a new love waiting just around the corner…
…live and love without regret!