… is still dire, as you can see. That sheepish look on my face says it all: I wore horribly-fitting pants to work, and blogged about it. In my defence – and I definitely feel like one is needed here – it all went down on a day I was planning to leave the office early, and I only realized just how poorly those pants fit too late in the game. As in, 5-minutes-before-I-had-to-leave-the-house late. (It wasn’t worth changing my outfit and being late over it, when I was going in for a short day anyway.) My old BR Sloan pants are also loose, but not like this. Yikes.
I mean, behold:
Clearly, in addition to a black pair of work pants, I also need a burgundy one. Because, “saggy pants ass” aside (don’t ask, and don’t look at my Instagram either), I really, really liked this outfit. I’m telling you guys, there is something about the black + white + accent colour combination that can’t be beat for sophistication. At least, can’t be beat in my books. This week. [Let’s call that wiggle room in the event that I come down with a bad case of the grandma florals next week.]
I guess I better write another “Dear Banana Republic” letter …