|Their 1st outing, to a Greek Taverna
in Soho, London – smashing plates and
perfectly fitting jeans = heaven!
What I so adored (and the thing I have never been able to replicate in other jeans since) is the minor miracle that they were the perfect fit from the very minute I slipped them on. And trust me, when you are just scraping in at five feet tall, this NEVER HAPPENS. I usually spend half the price of the pair of pants getting them taken up (and then grieve over the fact they don’t quite look the same afterwards).