Full disclosure: I know nothing about the Superbowl. Only last night, as my roommate and I were leaving the gym and remarking at how empty the machines were, did I finally ask the sports pro herself, Siri, which teams were playing. And before you call me unpatriotic (TBH Trump royally screwed that term for me regardless) I swear its hereditary. I called home to say hi to the folks and my dad was in the middle of watching a hockey game. I guess when you grow up so close to Canada your priorities just naturally re-align to the curling, bobsledding, and anything else involving ice and parkas.
While I may know very little about last night’s play by plays and will likely only find out who won via eavesdropping on conversations in class tomorrow, I did find a way to very loosely (like borderline falsehood) tie together my passion with America’s runner-up pastime.
I remember the day my childhood pediatrician, who I never saw again after this particular appointment, told me I had stopped growing. My reaction inside was something along the lines of, “SORRY, DID I HEAR YOU RIGHT?!”. My dad is 6’2 and I had dreams of being his wispy offspring. However, my dear mother is an ever-shrinking 5’4 and, guess what, I got somewhere in the middle. Currently 5’5 (and a half), I’m 75% leg with a torso that usually stays in hiding. Knowing this breakdown, I have always loved tailored pants and jeans that outlined my elongated bottom half and ignored the shortfall (dad joke) of my midriff.
I bought these pants on one of my many trips to TJMaxx. I was initially drawn to the pant’s print; a reformed tribal print that didn’t make me look like a picture out of an Areopostale catalog. When I tried them on, I fell further in love with the sheer and body-mimicking nature of the fabric. The pants are a piece quite unique to my wardrobe of monotones and I always appreciate the natural zing they kindly bestow upon an outfit. I won’t lie and say they were particularly warm to wear while shooting in the 30-degree weather but, they do shine in every other season. Paired with a towering heeled bootie, the pant’s shape combines with the height of the shoes to give you every opportunity to overcome your napoleon complex and, dare I say, rise to any occasion.
Photographs by Andi of Fashion Caked.