I've suddenly remembered why it took me a while to start ordering items online. My package arrived from LaGarconne and there...nestling in the black tissue paper...I found...
Well, certainly not the pants I ordered. I held them up...they looked...short. I tried them on...they looked...ridiculous. I'd been sent...a pair of greased bermuda shorts.
| Now, the last time I wore bermuda shorts I was about twelve...and I still bear the emotional scars. And I say this as someone with height on their side...this style does after all, according to most magazines, "work" on people with a fair bit of leg. "Liars!", I say. In the glimpse I caught of myself before I hastily took them off I resembled the little Dutch boy who stuck his finger in the dam (post water damage and with shrunken trews). Now I have to go through the whole rigamarole of returning them and waiting for the pants I ordered to be shipped to me...thus turning this into a "nuisance" as I dislike returning things and usually put a lot of thought into the pre-purchase process so that I don't have to. On a more positive note...I do like the fabric... |  |
my favorite summer pants/shorts are that length...