Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I am usually a jeans-and-khakis kind of guy. I like colorful shirts, but when it comes to pants I play it pretty safe.
Recently, though, I've been seeing guys wearing a variety of salmon- or cranberry-colored pants that I really like. I mentioned to Dave weeks ago that I'd like to find a pair, but then I forgot about them.
Dave, however, remembered -- is that the sign of a good husband, or what? -- and for Christmas he ordered me a pair online. They arrived just before our trip to Florida.
Unfortunately, and through no fault of Dave's, they were kind of horrible. They were pleated, which would have been fine in 1989 but now is passé, and they were strangely shiny. They had a weird little coin pocket on the front. They looked like part of a marching-band uniform.
I tried to be open-minded when I took them out of the package, and I even tried them on. But both Dave and I gave them the thumbs-down.
So yesterday I packaged them up and returned them for a refund. I'm still on the lookout for the right pair of cranberry pants, but I'm thinking something a little more jeansy, more casual, and less marching-band. I'm trying to be adventurous, here. O gods of fashion, smile upon me!
(Photo: Portobello Road, yesterday.)