So…I hesitate coming out with this. Whenever you take any sort of stance about a current fashion trend you’re bound to have backlash. And by golly, I’ve had my share of backlash.
Granted, some of it came about a year ago when the crop top rage first hit the runways. Back then I was really worried that the trend would migrate to men’s fashion. Thank God the prophecies have so far proved false.
I’ve since furthered my claim with a vlog. Behold, I speak truth: the crop top is an evil trend, set out to destroy the average woman by her flub chub and dappled thighs.
There. I summed up my video so you don’t have to watch it.
Testing. Testing. Can you hear me now?
So, I kinda sorta have a thing for harem pants. As in I kinda sorta love them.
Now, ye who casts the first stone hear my plea.
Have you worn them?
Have you dipped your legs into the wonder that is the harem pant? Pants? Singular or plural?
They feel splendid. All the comfort of wearing a MuMu with the added luxury of pants. Like someone grabbed the MuMu by its hem and tucked it into the waist. Perfection personified.
Pants that give your crotch some space. Finally.
Now, I’ll have you know that I went to a lot of trouble to take these pictures. I live in a complex that renders a photoshoot something akin to seeing the classroom goldfish engage in spawning. I am quite sure I put on quite the show as I modeled for these silly photos.
But I’m branching out, yo. Trying to be all cool and fashionable and such. These photos might bring those endeavors to a crashing halt, but we’ll see. What’ve I got to lose, eh?
I present to you, my take on the harem pants. Pant. Pants? Crap!
Then there’s this. Changing it up with a little turn of the neck. So THIS is how fashion bloggers do it! This, and um, being fashionable.
I like harem pants because you can do whatever the heck you want with them. Choose your own ending sort of scenario. I went with islandy accessories. I wore a belt. Not because there were belt loops. Not even cause I needed a belt.
No siree. I wore a belt because I COULD. Can’t stop this power.
Seriously? There is so much room in these pants! I could fit Chaucer and Coco in each leg. Heck, I could fit a harem in here! They don’t call these harem pants for nothin.
And watch. I throw a blazer on and channel MC Hammer. You can bet your bottom dollar that these photos were fun to shoot with neighbors looking on. I KNOW my husband milked this for all it was worth.
Ok, go ahead. Hit me with the backlash. Are you a harem pant lover? Are you a hater?
I can take it. But please…go easy.