So the other night before a dinner engagement I went to put them on. But wait. Something wasn’t right. It was a conflict of fashion interest:
The new straight-legged-skinny jeans can’t accommodate tall boots. I tried with all my might to fit the jeans over the boots but in the end I looked like I had really low, wide knees.
But then I glanced at my Jess Weekly and realized that boots don’t HAVE to go under your jeans, they can go OVER your jeans!
Did I like this look? I called in reinforcements:
Tips from Thea said over email that maybe I could “pull it off.”
Shoe Princess Liz wrote that maybe I could “see if it works.”
Hello? I wear dirty flip flops and pajama pants all day! I don’t know how to pull things off or make things work! I asked Liz, “How do I know if it’s working?”
She did what any fashion expert would do. She asked for a visual aid. I quickly struck a pose and sent her this:
Tips from Thea said over email that maybe I could “pull it off.”
Shoe Princess Liz wrote that maybe I could “see if it works.”
Hello? I wear dirty flip flops and pajama pants all day! I don’t know how to pull things off or make things work! I asked Liz, “How do I know if it’s working?”
She did what any fashion expert would do. She asked for a visual aid. I quickly struck a pose and sent her this:
She admitted that she originally was hesitant about the idea but after seeing my ensemble she thought I could, in fact, make it work. When I arrived at the dinner my fellow diners agreed. (Although they didn’t have much of a choice; there was no turning back by then.)
And even though I think I sort of looked like I was wearing galoshes, I’m pleased that I took such a fashion risk and that I may have “made it work.”
But dirty flip flops, hang in there. Just four short months and we can be together again.
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