The Biba Gold Two Tone Limited Edition Sequin Trousers

Trousers by Biba at House of Fraser, vest from Primark, shoes from BHS, vintage hoop earrings

From time to time my narcissism pays off and I get sent lovely clothes to review. It’s a great opportunity to try something different so here I am wearing a pair of sequinned trousers! They’re from revitalised vintage label, Biba, and they’re available now at House of Fraser.

I’m used to my legs being seamed not spangly, but the black with gold undertones keeps these as flattering as tight, reflective trousers can be. The tapered, ankle-length combined with my adorably short, stumpy legs make heels essential to avoid looking like a walking glitterball. Although actually, that sounds kind of awesome.

These attention-grabbing trews are a huge change from of my usual 1950s-inspired look, but I had a lot of fun wearing them. Disco pants all the way – they’re sassy, a little bit seventies and perfect for a night out dancing.

My Rules For Casual Vintage Style

Jumper from Ebay, cigarette pants from 20th Century Foxy, shoes from Dotty Ps, handbag is vintage

1. Everything’s still got to be fitted. Covered up can be good, especially if I want to discourage people from trying to engage my cleavage in direct conversation, but I have to keep it figure-hugging or I look like a floating head atop a giant, unhappy lady.

2. I will only wear flats if I’ve sprained my ankle. Most of my heels are only 2-3″ so sashaying and trotting are still realistic goals. My feet have been disfigured by years in heels so like a chubby ballerina I am permanently on pointe. In flat shoes I’m now actually less stable, both physically and emotionally.

3. Trousers must be high-waisted with just the right amount of stretch. Too much elasticity and I’m accidentally in leggings, too little and I lose the neat, retro look. I wear high-waisted everything, including underwear, because I refuse to live in fear of the muffin top. Remember when a muffin top was something to be savoured not ridiculed? I miss those days. Now eating a muffin is just too poignant to be enjoyed.