Ah, the white jeans saga. Remember that old chestnut? In 25 words or less, I got them. Want the full version? I got them and they're amazing and I haven't taken them off because they're amazing. I wore them to work on Friday, with a sweater and lots of gold bling, I wore them to the markets to eat breakfast and drink chai in the sun, with a denim jacket and birkenstocks, I wore them to the movie in the evening, when I ate my body weight in popcorn and watched Guardians of the Galaxy, and I will wear them forevermore. They're perfect and they're so unlike me - I'm messy and scruffy and my clothes are covered in marks: grass stains, chocolate fingerprints, spilt tea - but I love them. So without further ado, a little polyvoring seem to be in order...