So there I was, meandering through the aisles of my nearest thrift shop, when I spotted this little sliver of raw silk in that to-die-for shade of blue I've been craving lately. It was peaking out from between some acid-washed 80's mom jeans and a pair of wildly patterned parachute pants which I'm pretty sure were part of Screech's wardrobe on the set of Saved by the Bell. My hand went straight for the sumptuous silk as if I had no control over its movements. I removed the hanger from the rack and ran my fingers over the folds of the fabric. The tide of refashion ideas was stemmed upon noticing the tag. Gasp! My size! I rushed to the fitting rooms and slipped into the luxurious legs. Ooo, the shimmer! Ah, the pockets!
Although I don't think it was the intent of the original designer, these slacks have become trendy ankle pants on my long legs. And hey, when ankle pants fall out of vogue again, I can always hem them up to capris or refashion them entirely!