Harry high pants

I love a high waisted pant. After many a breton top, it would have to be my next most purchased article of clothing. As I've either grown out of (as in wider, not older), or lost interest in earlier versions currently in my wardrobe, and have little-to-no chance of landing a pair of anything that comes remotely close to my ankles or my waist in Honkers, I decided that it would only be fair, to me and the unsuspecting saleswomen of Asia, to say yes to what Sydney has to offer in the high-waisted pant department. I didn't actually intend to find a pair but when you stumble into Bettina Liano and stumble into a good saleswoman who stumbles you into a pair of high-waisted midnight skinny jeans that actually fit all 6ft of you and are soooo comfortable, you're hardly going to argue, are you.

I wish I could say that I'm into the high-waist because its trendy. Fashion forward. You know, cool. And I think a high-waist is cool. Classic cool. Lady-like cool. But I have to say, the primary reason for me is the comfort. Jeans, trousers, skirt, shorts, anything. Comfortable-cool. I don't know if a high waist is even trendy anymore. And to be honest, I don't care. It is in my books and I'll happily ride that trend wave from 2008 for a few years to come. That's cool isn't it? Not caring what's cool? Anyway, cool-schmool. Bring on the comfort. And the instant high-waist cover up of all manner of potentially offensive pant faux pas'. Think hideous overhang/muffin top/love handle (did someone say pet hates?). Anything that has the power to cover up what should be jailable offences has to earn some fashion points, does it not?

From one google search and subsequent reliable fashion website, it seems there's a bit of debate out there about whether a high-waist is a fashion classic or just a bad trend. That's what I'm extrapolating from my very extensive search anyway. You obviously know what I think.