I’ll be honest, I’m sick of seeing Kate Middleton’s face
spread across the newspapers each morning. Whilst I’m sure she is entirely
pleasant, the consistent coverage of what exactly the princess is wearing is
leaving me bored. However, whilst I am ambivalent towards her, I can’t help but
admit that Miss Middleton definitely has an influence on the fashion pack. This
was apparent when just a few weeks ago, Kate was pictured wearing a pair of
coral coloured Zara jeans whilst playing hockey. A day later, Zara had sold out
and New Look was announcing that they were selling a lookalike pair at a
bargain price. Those jeans had caused pandemonium in the fashion world and
girls everywhere refused to have their denim without the added attraction of a
splash of colour.
I’m not strictly a coloured denim fan at all, having
remembered the trend the first time around when red skinnies were adopted
mainly by teenage girls with asymmetric fringes and a love for My Chemical
Romance. Up until only recently (and by recently, I mean yesterday) I didn’t
even own a pair of jeans. Yes, you read that right. I have spent the last four
years in dresses and leggings. Sometimes jeggings if I’m feeling adventurous.
And yet, I forgot how fantastic jeans can be for your shape. Yesterday, I
kicked off my saggy old leggings that are fast becoming a size too big for me
and wriggled myself into a pair of jeans. The effect was instant. Slimmer legs,
better silhouette and an arse that could rival the other Middleton sister. I
quickly snapped them up in both black and grey.
Coloured jeans, however, are a totally different kettle of
fish. Whilst various shades of black, grey and navy are entirely acceptable to
me, the thought of going for a stroll in a pair of lilac skinnies makes me feel
a bit queasy. Whilst I have seen them look fantastic on many, I have a feeling
that the coloured denim trend is not for me. Not only are bold shades slightly
unforgiving on a curvier figure but they also make me feel a little like an
on-duty children’s television presenter. Somehow I think I’ll be sticking to my
muted colours and clashing patterns and leave the rest to the likes of K Middy
and friends. At least I’ve taken the first step and can finally call myself a
born-again denim wearer.