“Katie, you’re hot, by all accounts? You’re hot, correct?”
“Uh… I suppose so…”
“So, if one wanted to be hot—to make a good impression—what would you wear? Put on a clean pair of pants?”
“Beth, c’mon, pants? Are you kidding?”
[J.Crew Scout chinos + Prada sandals + vintage snakeskin clutch + T by A Wang tank + Splendid cardigan + Beth Lauren necklace + Gara Danielle earrings, cuff + Dior specs + Seventh Door cuff, enter the giveaway here]
Let me make this short: I freaking hate pants on myself. Still, every time I saw these Scout chinos in the J.Crew catalog, I dogeared the damned page. Maybe it’s the way they sit perfectly on the preying mantis models’ hip bones, or my compensating for missing out on the boyfriend jean trend—I don’t know. I don’t care. I had to have these suckers.
[Care to hazard a conjecture about what Rob said to make me laugh this hard?]
I sexed these pants up a little back in this post. Thoughts? Insults? But I gotta say, despite my bitching and moaning: I was incredibly comfortable in these. All day. Like, happy-making comfortable, slap your coworkers on the back, wheel your bicycle into traffic comfortable. I’m still not sure they’re great for my body type or that I’m even wearing them right, but as far as ‘slacks’ go, these are a-ok, mofos. I think Katie would approve.