...is how often I wear pants (and I do, of course, mean this in the American sense of the word). They make make me feel painfully self conscious and exposed in a way that short skirts never do, but then, this is probably due in no small part to the fact that I insist on wearing only the slimmest of cuts. Hell, I'm a quarter Swedish--if it works for those Moderniteter girls, why not me right? Ah, my poor addled brain.
I would actually love to branch out and try a wider cut, high wasted 70's style, but I have yet to even glimpse the right pair, let alone get my hands on them. Oh, and pants are so expensive too! Another of my least favorite adjectives...
