Darlings! I had a simply HARROWING flight from Boston to Washington, DC this morning. The turbulence was so bad I actually got air under me, you know? Like how your fly in the air when you hit the big drop on a roller coaster? I hate rollercoasters when they’re rollercoasters; I certainly don’t appreciate a rollercoaster ride in the middle of the air somewhere betwixt the Massachusetts and Chesapeake Bays! I admit ’twas I who yelled an expletive and ’twas I who asked the very nice man next to me if he would please hold my hand, and ’twas I sending up loud prayers to multiple deities.
The second flight was less hair-raising but still highly unpleasant, which is why I’m deeply grateful to be back on terra firma.
So far, so good at our annual denominational gathering. There is a lot of Capri Abuse being committed, and I simply don’t understand why there’s such enormous oppression and discomfort in an extra 6″ of fabric that so many women should feel absolutely compelled to let their calves breathe free. That six inches of fabric is about dignity, people. I think it could be safely said that if our pants do not reach our ankles they are not actually Big Girl Pants and we are infantilizing ourselves, or at the very least appear to be headed for a day of gardening or camping and not professional meetings.
Some of you want to get together and we will make that happen! Tweet me, comment here, etc. I’m here until Sunday afternoon and I will have a better idea of my schedule when I get my program and plot out my days.
I am very sad that in my packing haste, I grabbed an old and very much too large pair of black pants that pool around my ankles and look very floppy and silly. So much for that wardrobe staple! The moral of that story is: TAKE THE CLOTHES THAT DO NOT FIT YOU OUT OF YOUR CLOSET.
Good night, dears.
I am with you! Capris are atrocious on grown women. OK on little girls with matching T shirts with unicorns or puppies on them. Capris are outlawed at my workplace, and for good reason. They are not professional attire, not even on casual Fridays. And how many of use have really attractive calves we’d want to show off anyway?
I don’t understand capris even for casual wear, since they flatter almost no one. There seems to be this idea that they’re comfortable, but I’ve never met a pair of pants more comfortable in hot weather than a nice sundress.
I used to wear capris because somehow I felt I was SUPPOSED to, for some silly reason (marketing). I completely agree with the above comments, and have given them up forever. I’m 5’1” for pete’s sake, I don’t need help diminutizing myself. (Is that a word?)
I don’t understand capris, either. If you are a person of height, like me, especially with the extra height in the legs, pants with inseams that are too short look outgrown, so capris probably look even more outgrown. Since I need to shop for pants that provide extra length in the leg (or are sold in both size and inseam), why do I want a pair of obviously too short pants? I won’t do flood pants.
“Thank you, Wrangler, for selling pants with sizes && inseam lengths!”