Some people work to cure cancer, others are fighting the war on poverty. Me? My selfless act is to help people spend money on stuff they need, like clothes and bags and makeup and, of course, killer shoes. But, that's not all. I like to eat. And complain (most specifically about how hard it is to be a mom). Oh, and obsess over the next perfect pair of shoes.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Thanksgiving Pants
I'm auditioning Thanksgiving pants. This isn't a job to be taken lightly.
Choose wrong — too tight — and your pants cut off your circulation at your waist line, making you horribly uncomfortable by the time the pumpkin pie rolls around.
Choose wrong again — like, say, a loose-fitting T-shirt dress — and you'll be sorry the next day, when you can't button your jeans because you've overeaten.
Moderation, food and fashion-wise, is key.
The trick is to find a happy medium. I'm thinking either my new drawstring Norma Kamali sweatpants that don't look frumpy when properly rolled and paired with peep-toe booties. OR, jeggings. Again, elastic waist but still tight enough to keep the second helpings in check.
I'm leaning toward the sweatpants.
No matter which eatin' pants you choose this holiday, happy turkey day!
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