i don’t think a single pair of pants i own actually touches my ankle. this is the way it should be. embrace the culotte. celebrate the capri. long live the crop.
this is unfortunately the only full body pic I have of them but I got a couple pairs of these rayon bad boys on Depop! I think they’re called culottes? Comfy and flowy—an instant statement piece!
Can’t believe there was a time when my pants touched all of my legs. Now? my legs are swimming and swishing around in yards of fabric. I’m free! What a sensation!
if i need to travel from point a to point b i may as well do it on a boat. at one point in time i did need to temporarily ban myself from taking the ferry home from work because i’d always purposely miss my stop to enjoy more time on the boat and then have to trek back an extra hour on the subway which was certainly not the most convenient. worth it though.
many times it will not go well; this is a lesson in humility and resilience and your friends will have something to laugh at. they will grow out faster than you think. when the fringe trim is a success, the world becomes a more beautiful place.
