spruced by marlene

But I don’t wear prints. That’s what I thought when I picked these trousers from a rack at Sandro. They’re pretty, but what would I wear them with? And isn’t a small blossom print a bit twee for me? Why don’t I just buy a simple pair of black trousers, like always? Before I could hang them back, the sales girl had slithered up to me and whispered: “A perfect choice.” The snake! And why did she have to look so pretty anyway? So off I went to the changing rooms. “May I bring you a t-shirt to try with them? A shirt? How do you like this white silk blouse?”

I liked that silk blouse very much, but I didn’t buy it. There are already ten other silk blouses in my closet. And next to them this pair of printed trousers, that I’m in love with. Maybe because the sales girl was very good at her job. Maybe because I bought them in Paris. Maybe because I’m a person who wears prints after all – together with a mustard jumper. Next thing you know I’ll be wearing miniskirts. Although I wouldn’t hold my breath…

*Thanks for taking the pic, Steffi!