(*Full disclosure. I BOUGHT the pants, which doesn't make me too bright either.)
I love the linen (I've learned to accept what I cannot change; it stays unwrinkled for a minute and a half. But I've learned to love the wrinkled linen look too).
I love the cut of the pants.
I love the color.
I love the length.
What I do not love and do not understand about this particular pair of pantaloons is the placement of (rather weak, in my opinion) Velcro where the button should be.
That Velcro results in a disturbing ripping noise every time I bend over to buckle my shoes, pick up a paper clip, etc.
It basically sounds like I'm blowing 'em out about seven times a day.
It's the fatal flaw in an otherwise perfect pair of pants.
Why? Why? Why?
One word: Tailor.
ReplyDeleteAnd not like Taylor Swift or the three unrelated "Taylors" in Duran Duran, but a tailor!
A good one will change your life!