Top: Thrifted (New York & Co.) — Camisole: Gap Outlet — Pants: Thrifted (Gloria Vanderbilt) — Shoes: American Rag — Earrings: Charming Charlie — Bracelet: Found
What’s the deal with pants, anyway? When I finally find a pair that fits comfortably, the crotch area always looks awkward. Always. It gets so I’m not even sure what a non-awkward pants crotch is supposed to look like! (Please refrain from making any off-color jokes, please. I’ve already thought of them all myself.)
My buddy Kitt at Trillflower Fiber Arts is an excellent seamstress and has advised me about the superiority of making your own pants, but that’s a bit beyond my abilities, seeing as how I’ve pretty much given up on sewing in favor of reclining on the couch while feeding myself peeled grapes.
Complaining is easier than learning how to make good clothing, don’t you think? Complaining is easier than a lot of things. I think I’ve probably gone on about the trickiness of pants fitting before, but apparently I haven’t quite exhausted the subject yet.