That’s what it feels like wearing these pants.
These pants feel like oooooooooooo weeeeeee.
I bought these velvet pants from Nasty Gal because they looked cool and I was diggin the 70s trend, but I didn’t realize how fucking DOPE they actually were until they arrived.
These pants are D R A M A T I C.
The soft velvet perfectly rounds my ass, snugly hugs down my legs and then just EXPLODES in this loooong as shit, dramatic as fuck, flair.
Shit is RIDICULOUS.
The first occasion that I felt was worthy of these pants, this vision of pants, was Christmas Dinner last year.
It was all everyone talked about and I’ve been longing to wear them ever since.
Had a girls dinner come up over the weekend and decided that would be my next moment.
Their next moment, rather.
So I got on the phone with my mom since this is whole bell-bottom thing is her generations shit after all, and we traded ideas for about 15 mins.
For the record, I NEVER take ideas from my mom.
If it were up to her I’d be in head-toe leopard print.
SHE don’t even wear that shit but she’d put me in that with a tucked-in ruffled, leopard shirt.
Pump your brakes lady.
But I called her anyway because this shit was just that dramatic and I wanted to see what she would hit me with. I owe this look to her.
Wearing Nasty Gal pants (these – sold out), F21 t shirt (old), coat (old) and choker (old), BoC shoes (old) and Asos hat (old).
And when the wind blows, forGET about it.