that was until i tried on "convertible pants". they're pants until you unzip about 2/3 of the leg off and suddenly they're shorts. i should have known that something this gimmicky couldn't be a good idea. brandon handed me two pairs to try on, in different fabrics, and i went into the dressing room, ready to champion the resurgence of khaki, willing to defend the cargo pant. and then i tried them on. i burst out in laughter, not sure if i was laughing out of jest, humiliation or trauma. they were awful. i tried on the other pair and had the same reaction. it was like a terrible episode of the jetsons, guest starring jack hanna. i couldn't do it. they were 55$. i could buy two eye shadows that are guaranteed to look great for that money.
my guess is that i will end up with a pair of these. it reminds me of that movie called troop beverly hills starring shelley long.
phyllis nefler is a beverly hills socialite who ends up being the troop master for her daughter's girl scout troop. the other troops, more rough and tumble, softball and raglan sleeve shirts, more "when i grow up, i'm likely to question my sexuality", are very indignant towards them. she has her personal designer reinvent the girl scout uniforms to make them look oscar de la renta meets walden pond and invites dignitaries to fund raising events. in the end, troop beverly hills wins the paramount trophy of the year, outselling every other troop in cookie sales.
the difference between phyllis and me (well, one of the them, the other major distinction here is that i'm not married to craig t nelson) is that when facing a camping/hiking excursion, she opted to stay in a hotel. there will be none of that for me.
i told brandon that i need to come in and try them on a couple more times before i buy them. i just have to get used to them i guess.
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