This is not the picture I was hoping to open with. The first photo I was intending to share today is a "before" shot, of what these pants looked like when I first got them. However, in the month since they've gone under the
knife needle, said photo has gone MIA -- not on the memory card, not on the computer...Alas, you'll just have to imagine these pants -- these very same pants! -- as unflatteringly middlingly-wide-legged, dragging on the floor, and saggy in the crotch. Why ever would I intentionally pay money for such unappealing pants, you ask? Three reasons: first, they fit my hips, waist, and thighs
really well -- and when you have a remarkable size difference between your waist and your rear end, finding pants that fit without gaps is far easier said than done; second, they were $1; and third, even though they're a marginally-embarrassing old-lady brand, I
knew was reasonably certain was deluded into thinking that I could make them hip (and look much better than the currently-hip-brands-which-don't-actually-fit-
my-hips).
BAM. "After" photo. Slimmed 'em up, cropped them, and took out all the weird baggy crotch business. (Seriously, old-lady crotch pants? What is your deal?) This is my first wearable project since acquiring
my favorite toy, and even though it's just a refashion rather than a made-from-scratch, I am SO excited. Thrifting is already my favorite hobby these days -- imagine the potential when you can take something with just a few redeeming qualities and turn it into exactly what you wanted! And now, I have professional-able cropped trousers, for $1 and an hour of my time.
Today was a professional-dress day -- not for the two exams (one of which actually necessitated gym clothes), but because I was once again interviewing prospective students. While I remember only too well the anxiety and heartache and desperation of
that time in my life, I can't deny the thrill of the power of sitting on the other side of the table. I feel kind of like an unlovable game show host ("You
are the weakest link -- goodbye!")...and I like it.
That's right...I wear your grand
dad ma's clothes, I look in-cre-di-ble, and I have probably more influence than you would prefer on the future of your career at this school. Never mind that I'm wearing heels, pearls, and a lacy ruffled blouse -- I feel like a BAMF.
So...
Spring Fashion Week, anyone?