I like my legs. I have a gammy knee that means I’m extra good friends with the physio, and a propensity towards a sore ankle (I first injured it when I was so engrossed in a magazine I feel down a flight of stairs at the station, and it’s never been quite the same. Thanks for nothing, Vogue Living). But other than that, my legs get me around ok, they don’t mind going for the odd run, and they’re nice and bendy for yoga. I have no illusions about them. I don’t imagine people are saying “gosh that lady over there has nice legs.”
My favourite ever pair of jeans was a stretchy, high waisted Sass and Bide pair that held everything in in a reassuring kind of way way. I used to wear them every day. I was waiting at the station once and saw a pair of legs reflected in the window of the incoming train: not overly long, not necessarily skinny, but definitely nice. “Gosh that lady has nice legs,” I thought. Then I realised it was me. Sadly, the entire seat wore out of those jeans. They’re beyond hope. I haven’t been able to find a replacement. They’re still sitting in my cupboard though, I’m not quite ready to get rid of them.
It’s no replacement for the best pair of jeans in the world, but the Sass and Bide website has a handy little workshop at the moment where you can assemble some pretty pictures into a christmas card and send it to whoever you’d like. I made some, it’s quite fun. Also, for every one sent they’re donating $1 to Barnardos Australia.