That's it: I'm calling this one early, guys.
This summer shall be The Summer of Crazy Pants.
About a month ago, my favorite pair of basic jeans went to that great Denim Bar in the Sky with an irreparable rip. I love a good pair of worn-in, tore-up jeans, but the irreparable rip I'm talking about is one the of the crotch variety. There's no getting around that one, ladies, is there? Even GaGa, Our Lady of Sirloin Couture, isn't going out of the house in with a hole in the crotch of her (probably bleached fake fur and sequined) jeans.
So for the past month, I've been building outfits around a pair of neon pink jeggings, a pair of pale lilac skinny jeans, and a pair of bright red cropped twill pants.
And instead of looking for a regular, replacement pair of blue jeans like a big girl, guess what I did? I went and fell in love with a pair of skin tight, polka dot jeans.
The Summer of Crazy Pants continues. . .