Queen Marie that is and the Kingdom of Style. Truly I am humbled by a royal gift. The very generous and lovely Queen Marie aware that one of her loyal subjects had been lusting after the perfect pair of cigarette pants bestowed upon me a pair of Helmut Lang cigarette pants that had lain neglected in the royal chest. It was mainly in recognition for my services to economic duties of the no frittering kind.
Given the joy when the dashing knight delivered them to my door (ok it was only the postie and dashing he is not but it is the Royal Mail) I had to try immediately. The pictures are raw, no posing no style. Off came the denim skirt and leggings, I'd just taken the petit garcon swimming and on went the Helmut Lang trousers. At last a pair of pants that fit in the nape of the back and don't gape around the backside. The lesson I draw from this is you pay for what you get. You however are subjected to a view of my flesh as I hastily raise my grey American Apparel sweatshirt up to show the lovely unfinished (how on trend!) white silk that overlays the waistband. I did have to roll them up too.
The next royal mission is for Queen Michelle to get Sister Wolf into a pair of leather shorts. The Kingdom of Style are truly the A Team.