|This picture still makes me feel wistful.|
During one of these bouts of delusion, I purchased some very pretty harem pants online - you know, just something comfy to wear around the house, instead of jeans. When they arrived, I pulled them on, reveling in their elastic waist, capacious legs, and overall elegant design. My bliss lasted about half an hour, when Brian walked into the kitchen. Seeing me sporting my newest fashion purchase, he asked, "What is THAT?"
"Harem pants," I said. "Aren't they fun?"
And my son, who has never uttered even one word of fashion advice to me, ever, said, "Um, no. Those are wrong."
Sigh. Out of the mouths of babes, I guess....
I've gifted the pants, reluctantly, to my non-midget oldest daughter Anna. Being all of 5' 5'', she'll look smashing in them. And I will continue to hope that reincarnation is really a thing - that way, I can come back as a person who can actually carry off harem pants.
[Harem pants image: Harem Pants]