When Zanita was in Amsterdam and I was trying to find the perfect pair of dungarees, she had the brilliant idea to go check at a vintage store. I don’t know what it is about dungarees, but for me, the “older” they are, the more acceptable to wear they become? Silly, I know.
I used to have countless amount of pairs when I was a child, in all sorts of prints and fabrics, yet I never and when I say never, I meant NEVER, thought I would go back to them as an adult.
I learnt two lessons with this: 1) Never say never (I’ve told myself like a trillion times) and 2) Everything comes back into Fashion, so whats next? Shiny harem pants? I really hope not!