I found these jeans in my wardrobe and I'm not sure that they fit, but hey, they're Topshop and hey, they are still tags-on new.
Forget taking my denim for a test walk, I'll get out On the Road or at least out on the balcony couch, living vicariously through my favourite North American wanderer (after Holden, of course). There is nothing like a post-assessment (2 down, 3 to go!) reading session, accompanied by lemon ginger tea and an unusually sunny day.
Excuse the dramatic tripod selfies, but I'm in celebration mode and feel like I can get away with anything. And yes, that includes rainbow knitwear with grandma-frightening drug references.