Smells Like 1977: Return of The Flare Leg
As promised, find here the continuation of yesterday’s teaser “Smells Like ’77.” As the above photo (and last week’s Sabbatical warning post) suggest, skinny jeans may be meeting the end of their day. And a wild relief it is. It’s been a nice run (ba da ba, chhh!) sausaging our legs into skinny and rigid pants through thick and thin temperatures, saying no to that extra brownie bite at dinner because of the Thakoon skinnies in transit from Shopbop. Just kidding, we live by Marie Antoinette’s mantra and eat cake ton of cake, right? In any case, now, other sweet tooth ridden Man Repellers unite!
Wide legs in. I’ve been partial toward this silhouette for a while. They offer an additional–depending on the heel height but let’s hope for–six inches to a woman’s legs and distract from whatever thunder thigh situation she may be experiencing at the moment. I wore the aforeworn Textile Elizabeth and James jeans on a date with a man friend a couple months ago (at this point, the social interactions are entirely pending on whether or not I think I can obtain decent blog material,) he asked me to look at the right-hand corner on his phone screen. I did as he asked.
“What does it say?”
“February 30, 2011.” I responded. I hope you are reading attentively. See mentioned date.
“Exactly.” He said.