Monday, March 24, 2014

Where have you been since I last saw you without your trousers on?


For those who don't know me very well: I don't wear pants.

It's not a religious or a political or a feminist decision—and my mother will want me to tell you that I wasn't raised this way, either!—I just... don't... like them. I own a couple of pairs, but for the most part they just sit folded in my dresser as they patiently await the day when I finally give up my dogged insistence on freezing my derriere off in stockings and skirts up here in the great white North.


The title of this post comes courtesy of my dear friend Matthew, who informed me of this line that's often colloquially added to the (unofficial) Yorkshire anthem. Two months ago, in what I thought were the final death throes of a bitterly cold winter (HAHAHAHAHAH), I wrote on Facebook that I was...

"Struggling to figure out what to wear today. Pants? No pants? Pants? No pants?

Decided to stick to my principles. If I die young, bury me pantsless." 


Matt commented with a link to the delightful folk tune "On Ilkla Moor Baht'at,"which apparently advises Yorkshiremen against the foolhardy decision of pursuing pretty young ladies whilst not wearing seasonally appropriate clothing. "You're going to catch your death of cold without your trousers on!" the speaker proclaims, eventually going on to lament the eventual death and decomposition of the subject in a manner grossly reminiscent of Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress" ("the worms will come and eat you up...").



But this is a fashion blog, not a literary journal.

Blah blah blah, today I put on some pants. Everyone was very surprised, but the sky did not fall, the earth still managed to spin on its axis, and humanity pressed ever onward.



Blouse: Thrifted
Cardigan: Old Navy
Trousers: Forever 21

Shoes: Naturalizer (via DSW)
Rings: Old Navy (cameo), Tres Joli via Etsy (bow), Grandma's high school class ring

Photos: Jill Hakala





I guess that my discomfort led to the awkward, impish smiles in some of these pictures. Here I finally am with my trousers on, dressed entirely appropriately for the weather. Come at me, suitors.