Hello, Gorgeous!
This morning I was scrolling through Instagram (maximalist Balkan weddings seem to have caught my timeline's fancy) when a pair of pea-green pants showed up and I took notice. Well, not pants exactly. Culottes. The pattern was borderline barfy, but the style. Oh, the style. It sent me spiraling back to my days of skinned knees, freckles, and pigtails, gamboling in the summer sun and thinking I looked amazing. I probably didn’t, but I always felt cool in culottes.
Pants or Culottes? You decide
Remember culottes? Those not shorts, not palazzo pants that exist in the liminal space in our wardrobe between cute and heinous. Well, I, for one, have always loved them. Judge me if you will, but for someone who looks better in a pencil skirt than jeans, culottes have always been an oddball if interesting option.
Anyway. I’m thinking that if caftans are now considered downright cute (It must be true. Liz Lange just declared it so in Tablet Magazine), it’s time we welcome back the ‘l…
