My Style: Flared Jeans

I got my first ever pairs of flared trousers (I bought them at the same time) back when I was 12 years old. I had a dark green pair and a beige pair and I loved them to death. But alas, when puberty hit, I had to let them go because they wouldn't fit anymore (they didn't stretch). After that, I more or less forgot about the perfect pair of flared trousers until I met these babies. These jeans embody three of my favourite things: they are denim, they are flared and I love light-coloured jeans.
I paired them with this cute sheered top that I bought on a whim and my highest pair of shoes, my brogue booties because the trousers are very long. For accessories I opted for an arm cuff, red beaded necklace, gold loop earrings and a felt hat.

What do you think of the flared jeans trend? Is it a trend that you see having a place in your closet? Do share in the comments below.

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