Buffy trousers

"If the apocalypse comes, beep me"

I wouldn't say that these trousers are particularly unusual. Faux leather, comfortable, in a classic but ever so slightly fashion forward colour, I think they're quite natty. They certainly attract comment. "Those are very shiny trousers Lizzy" (my brother). "Do you want some talcum powder?" (Chris). "I'm reserving judgement for the moment" (My Mum). 

But anything that is good enough for my teenage heroine is definitely good enough for me. These are the kind of trousers that save the world and delivery a serious ass-kicking to the hoards of ravenous undead. Back in the day when feasting on the blood of the innocent was considered to be an unfavourable state of being, rather than a heady aphrodisiac or indeed the ultimate attainment in the life of a rather dull teenager (True Blood, Twilight, I'm looking at you here). I favour The Walking Dead method: if the undead try to eat you, a karate chop followed by a chair leg through the eye socket is probably your best course of action.

But I massively digress, we were talking about trousers. I like these ones. One of those impulsive sale purchases where you find the very last item, in your size, in the sale, and know that fate is trying to nudge you in a new sartorial direction.

How were your new year festivities? Chris and I went out for dinner in Crystal Palace (a gorgeous restaurant called Numidie, which I thoroughly reccomend if you are ever in the area), snuggled in the corner of a bar listening to live music for a while, and finally made our home to toast the arrival of 2013 with champagne and Jools Holland. Not the wildest of parties perhaps, but exactly what I wanted.

Monki trousers | Zara coat | F&F sweatshirt (c/o) | Marks and Spencer trilby | Charlie May bracelet | ASOS Chelsea Boots (christmas present)

Happy New Year folks! I hope that 2013 brings you attainable resolutions and minimal encounters with the ravenous undead.