Enough is enough. This morning I cried because I couldn't fit into any of my pants (that's trousers – not knickers – for all my British buddies). I wasn't upset because I'm getting rounder, but in sheer frustration that for the fourth day running I would have to wear PB's chino things again (which mind you, I think I rock quite well). So off we went (that's right – WE – it's desperate time's when your man insists you go shopping) to Country Road, and picked up these two little numbers above. All I can say, is that a drawstring with an elasticated waist is a truly beautiful thing.