my thorax

yesterday a friend told me about a great sale, and, needing casual (but unstained, untorn, wax-free) pants, i trundled along to check it out.

now, i've been in the Bitter Barn with regards to pants for a long time. since puberty, in fact, when i grew a PERFECTLY NORMAL woman bum, acquired a waist, and suddenly discovered that mainstream, accessible clothing was no longer designed to fit me.

what is *with* that?

what is up with designing clothes that don't really fit anyone properly?

i've always liked wearing my pants low. i find it comfy and more flattering since i'm quite high waisted, so you'd think that the frenzy over 'brazilian cut' pants in the last few years would work for me, but it doesn't. it only works for tiny, narrow-but-curvy bums. on everyone else, these pants produce female love handles and an unflattering, square bum. i would know -- i worked in an open-air public market all summer and got to avert my eyes from dozens of teenagers a day, parading around with their baby fat bulging out from underneath this regrettable trend.

well, i won't have it any more. it's beneath my dignity and i've decided that low rise pants have become tiresome and old hat. i've gone the other way. at a vintage store i found and bought this pair of 70's sailor pants which are so crazy high-waisted that compared to some one in low-risers, i look like i have this humungous thorax -- you know, like an ant?

anyway, thorax or not, the sailor pants are workin' for me, and i maintain that if we all try, we can rise above (ha ha) the brazilian cut pants phase and relegate female love handles to where they belong in the dustbin of fashion history.