Yesterday after work I decided to go shopping for some new clothes. I had a couple of reasons motivating me to buy some new clothes- 1) In a few weeks we are heading out to Los Angeles to showcase our shoes at some amazing events right around Oscar time and I want to be looking oh-so-Cali-chic, and 2) I’m not going to lie, I got pretty inspired by the outfits I put together for my 2013 Style Anywhere post. I’ve always had plenty of black and white in my closet, but after putting together the winter pink look, I wanted a pair of floral pants of my own.

So off I went, convincing myself that yes, 2013 would be the year my pear-shaped self would finally buy a pair of skinny pants. Or at least something other than wide leg or bootcut.

Thirty minutes later in the dressing room I was singing a slightly different tune, and that tune was “Oh my, me oh my, I hate these pants, dum da do da day” Not one to get bogged down by size, I gladly went up two sizes from what I normally wear, only to look in the mirror and see a huge gap around my waist, and the floral print had warped into shriveled flowers because they were so bunched up and tight around my thighs.  I came very close to using my purse as a bludgeon on the sales lady who told me “Those look so great on you!” when I realized it’s not nice to be mean to people who clearly have no taste.  She was wearing similar pants, and they looked even worse on her.  My rage turned to pity.

The moral of this story is two-fold: 1) maybe skinny floral pants aren’t made for girls with big thighs, and 2) thank goodness for shoes.

- Erin