I turned on the radio the moment a
well-known “fashion guru” stated that Capri pants are essentially an
abomination. What? A quick judgement of these pants worn by literally everyone
I know. Perhaps he never wore these gifts of god, their cooling comfort
embracing of the calf – I could live in them, and do during warm weather. Does
this mean I am a little off in my fashion sense? Well, yes, and no.
Reminiscing about my (many) faux pas … which
in one case was an embarrassing, fashion wise, social situation. It began with an
active day out in public oblivious to the length of my pants. No one said a
thing – not even those near and dear
friends who joined me on this fun day.
When festivities were over I went home,
still oblivious, and glanced in the hallway mirror, my focus immediately
gravitated to my pants, which were easily two inches above my shoe tops. I groaned
as recounting the numerous gatherings I participated in and could only hope
(and pray) that observers enjoyed a chuckle over me and my goofy pants.
Capri pants would have solved the day.
Seriously, to be so pre-occupied over
high-water pants is sad, of so little value and importance in the scheme of
life. So what if I wore high-waters - they were comfortable.
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| Running over finish line with cousins |
On a hiking trip, I saw an older woman
walking the trail wearing even higher high-water pants. Smiling, I thought how cute she was and felt
a kinship. Why I focused so much time in
how fashion-challenged I had been … and yet found high-waters charming on
another … is a mystery. Seeing her and experiencing a comradery made me feel
better. Not cool - but better.
I suppose I have learned to embrace my
nerdiness and loudly protest the “expert” fashion guru as he so arrogantly maligned
Capri’s. For me, they are perfect to wear for a rainy, windy day along the
shores of Lake Superior … or anywhere for that matter. So there!
