Edinburgh Royal Botanic Gardens

On Tuesday, Terry and I decided to head into Edinburgh to run a few errands, and as the forecast was still looking suspiciously good, we thought we’d also pay a quick visit to the Edinburgh Royal Botanic Gardens, which is one of those places you visit on a school outing, whine about how “boring” it is, and then don’t go back to until it’s 20 years later and you’re wondering why on earth you’ve been ignoring this little patch of paradise in the middle of the city. Because it really, really is a little patch of paradise. Seriously, go now. Don’t even wait to finish reading this post: it’s just starts being about white jeans after this paragraph anyway…

I say the forecast was looking good. When we left the house it was overcast and looked like it was only going to get worse, so instead of the floral sundress that would be the obvious choice for me on such an outing (I mean, even if it was SNOWING, I’d probably want to wear a floral sundress to a botanic garden, you know?), I decided to flex my new “I can totally wear casual clothes!” muscle, and wear a pair of jeans, like a normal person. Well, you guessed it: by the time we got to the city, the sun was beating down, the sky was blue… and there was I, hot and sticky in a pair of jeans. Trust me to wear inappropriate sundresses for almost every occasion, and then change into jeans on the ONE day when a sundress would actually have been the best possible choice: GAH.

(Now I come to think if it, though, almost everyone else in the gardens was wearing jeans too, so at least I wasn’t TOO out of place. Well, other than the fact that I was the only one dressed in blinding, head-to-toe white, obviously.)

(No, I didn’t spill anything on myself. Yes, I was surprised, too.)

These jeans actually represent the culmination of many years of searching for a pair of white jeans that don’t look like leggings. Because almost all white jeans look like leggings, don’t they? Rather than buying and then returning pretty much every pair of white jeans on the market, though, I should probably just have headed straight for 7 for All Mankind, which is my favourite denim brand. Mostly because their jeans are one of the few brands that DON’T always look like leggings. (And they always fit, too. With most jeans, it’s really anyone’s guess what size I’ll be, but with 7faM I always buy the same size, and they always fit. True story.)

These ones aren’t perfect – I found out from these photos that low-rise waists aren’t my friends (I mean, I already KNEW that, but it’s always good to have it confirmed, no?), for instance, but then again, high-rise white jeans don’t sound particularly friendly either, so I’m just going to count my blessings, and thank the denim gods for providing jeans that don’t threaten to cut off the circulation in my calves. Either that or I’ll just have to accept that I’m not cut out to be a Jeans Person…

I’m wearing:
♥ 7 for all Mankind jeans*  ♥  Primark t-shirt  ♥  Latinas ballet flats c/o Sarenza