Harlequin pants

(River Island pants, Zara booties and necklace, New look bag, stupid facial expression) I seem to go through stages with printed pants of either loving them to pieces or being slightl y…meh. And when I’m slightly meh, it takes a little visit to the River Island website to realize that it might have just been a phase and that it might be time to give them another chance. So I bought pants. Harlequin pants as I like to call them. I fell in love with the print and the high waist (hello hips!) and my mom definitely hated them, so that could only mean one thing: buy buy buy. They feel so exciting and fresh and new in my saturated with midi skirts closet. And...