Yes Yes I know, I’ve been away too long. Liver fat had the cold reason to me, pushed me into my deepest corner (= under a duvet with glazed chestnuts to watch episodes of How I met your mother for a period… Indecent), London snow has value me 8 h stuck at Gatwick… But here I am back, and with a rather unique piece: the semi tregging-slim-leather. Little explanation about the thing. There was a time, I tried the tregging. The operation ended in a dismal failure, and remained at the stage of the dressing room. I hope many of you will understand me: the material of the tregging said (which incidentally is closer to the soft plastic than anything else) felt the flaccid haunch and reminded me of how my legs are not even a quarter of those of Heidi Klum. In short, I quickly abandoned the idea.
A few months after is then arrived the slim leather. In a fit of madness, I decided to try the experience (suicidal). And you know what? She STILL ended in failure. Same findings for the tregging, with to feel more like a Sharpei (Yes it was from all folds).
Completely devastated (modesquement speaking) output of these painful experiences, I decided to give up the leather, material yet of this season… Until yesterday. During another fired at H & M, I came across this specimen mid leather matiere-elastique-dont-je-me-souviens-plus-Le-nom mid. Doubt, hesitation (approximately 5 sec), and I give you direction fitting rooms. Verdict? P-a-r-f-a-i-t! So here I am with a new companion. I’ll call him like Charles.
Yes yes I know, I’ve been away too long. The cold drove me in my deepest trenches (= under a duvet with glazed chestnuts watching episodes of How I Met Your Mother for year indecent time), London snow stucked me at Gatwick for 8hours… But I’m back! With a rather unique piece: the semi-treggings. Explanation on the matter: There was a time, I tried the tregging. The operation resulted in a failure, and remained at the stage of the fitting room. I hope many of you will understand me: the material of the tregging (which is more closer than soft plastic than something else) gave me soft thigh and reminded me how much my legs are not even a quarter of those of Heidi Klum. I quickly abandoned the idea.
Then, after a few months came the leather slim. In a fit of madness, I decided to try the experience again (suicidal). And you know what? Unsuccessful, again. Same findings as for tregging, plus the impression of being a crumpled dwarf.
Totally devastated (fashion speaking) by these painful experiences, I decided to abandon the leather …Until yesterday. During a shopping session in H&M, I came across this specimen, half-leather-half-elastic-material-I-can’t-remember-the-name. Doubt, hesitation (about 5sec), and I spin towards the fitting rooms. Verdict? Perfect! So here I am with a new friend. Well, I’ll call it Charles.