When rubber pants were all the rage
By Laura Davis on Dec 8, 08 09:00 AM
HERE'S something to muse upon on a Monday morning: would you wear a giant pair of rubber pants if it was the 1940s, lycra wasn't invented and there was no other way to ensure a smooth silhouette?
Stylist Rebekah Roy compares them to the latest version - Pretty Polly Secret Slimmers. Check out her opinion by clicking here.
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Rubber pants..are fine at both ends of the age spectrum, but for those of us who are still, albeit barely, continent, what on Earth are we meant to do,loo-wise?
I already get tutty looks from my male companions as a result of the time spent in or queueing for, toilets.
Although a great fan of all that slenderises without dreary self-denial, even I know that the excess has to go somewhere. Maybe the new billowing sleeves will be a final hiding place for trapped flesh?