In Praise Of Harem Pants
Today may be the last day I can wear my $8 Harem Pants from H&M. They have served me well this summer. The cool cotton was comfy during the most humid days of this, the hottest summer ever. And they covered up my horrible, post-Kenora bug bites so the world was spared my scabby legs.
I love them so much that I’m considering buying a pair of gold lurex harem pants from Club Monaco to wear to Inga’s wedding this weekend. I’ll probably chicken out though.