The Skinny Jeans train just swung through town (ok, like 5 years ago). Anyway, I got on. And I am hanging on (in?) for dear life. What made me FINALLY buy really tall compression socks Skinny jeans?
That, my friends, is a very good question. And I don’t know the answer.
I’m going to wear them in public once I round up enough courage. Or drink enough wine. Or if someone dares me. Or, if there is a nuclear apocalypse and we’ll all die anyway.
But, first, a SECRET fashion show. After sending a public service announcement to my town home community warning them to STAY INDOORS, I suckered my kind neighbor into snapping a few photos of my new “look”. Coincidentally, my neighbor happens to be Emily Griffith, an All Star Photographer. Um, SCORE. Here are the shenanigans that ensued.
What do you think, should I jump out the front cab and let this train run me over?
Resident fashionistas: Can you give me some advice on how to actually pull these off (literally and figuratively)? Any of you out there who are afraid to hop aboard this (or another fashion trend) train like me? Do tell.
An aside: Is against the Skinny Jeans Bylaws to purchase a pair and then consume a gyro, tray of cheese curds, and a malt at the local fair all in the same day? Please discuss.