Anyway I was recently at a bar in Sydney (forgive me, I have no idea what the name of it was, I *may* have had too much sangria with dinner before venturing to said bar), situated on Kent Street.
Anyway there I was being the pool shark that I was (amazing what a few drinks will do for my pool playing skills) when the following was pointed out to me by my accomplice...
Firstly, let me apologise about the quality of the photo. We were in a not-very-brightly-lit bar at night, and were trying to be inconspicuous in our photography efforts.
But YES. They ARE floral, almost carpet-esque 3/4 pants.
Floral pant wearer was accompanied by a friend who was wearing what could best be described as a giant doiley, however I was unsuccessful in obtaining a photograph of that one.
This bar was full of treasures - I might have to return there after the big move.