I have no idea why I’m making that face; let’s chalk it up to a hellish week, the highlight of which was getting a replacement iPhone (6!) for the one I managed to drop and shatter to smithereens. The highlight, peeps. Moving on. The outfit is acceptably New Look-ish. The paisley print is pretty bold, but it’s one of my faves, and I think it’s suitably professional paired with a whole lot of black and grey. Speaking of grey, I’m still undecided about how I feel about grey. I have trouble nailing flattering shades of it. I think I prefer my darker (warmer?) grey Elie Tahari blazer.
Can we talk pants for a second? So, I started this new “clean eating” thing at the end of December, and it’s going pretty well. I feel less sluggish (when I’m not down with the ever-recurring Toddler Plague), and have fewer energy crashes, and I think (?) my skin looks better, blah, blah, blah. I have also lost a bit of weight. Most of it is probably water weight, and it’s not particularly noticeable, but I am technically down to my pre-pregnancy (#2) weight. [I say “technically”, because things are not quite the same as before. Ahem. They don’t call them “child-bearing hips” for nothing.] This is all fine, and you might be wondering what my problem is. Well, my favourite pair of work pants is starting to get loose. Saggy and wrinkly in all the wrong (are there every any right?) places. This is a bona fide wardrobe emergency for me. Before you roll your eyes and tell me to stick the hyperbole somewhere uncomfortable, listen.
These are the pants I wear on a weekly basis – literally. I paid something like $20 for them at the consignment store, which is the kind of money I like to spend on pants. I hate pants, remember. Except that I wear them quite often. And I’m very particular about my pants requirements. Basically, I won’t bother with any pants other than the BR Sloan ankle cut, after one too many disappointments with other brands (coughJCrewcough). Sigh. Rather than spend the next year haunting my local consignment stores in the hope that the right pair in the right size (and in-seam) will turn up again, I may have to suck it up and pay $60-70 for a new pair at retail – IF they ever go on sale. [A sales associate told me that the black version rarely does. It figures.] I am absolutely, definitely, never paying the $110 full price. I might be in some desperate straights … but not that desperate. Nope, nopety, nope. You hear that, Banana Republic?
[Put the damn pants on sale, already!]