So OK, there were the bras. Which I totally wish were still in stock in my size at that price, but oh well. Then there were some jeans. I've been whining about how I need new ones. My last pair expired from a terminal case of chub rub, so I popped for new ones.
'Diana' Stretch Skinny Jeans (Blinding)
I can hear you yawning from here. But hey—here's something exciting—some cropped pants!
I finally figured something out about cropped pants. I mean, I couldn't figure out why they had become such a Thing, because, really, is the sight of everyone's ankles such a treat?
But then it dawned on me—when your pants are cropped, you can wear any shoe you want. Heels, flats, flatforms, Birkenstocks—whatever your ride, a cropped pant will work. Admittedly, in a leg-stumpifying, awkward-flash-of-ankle way, but that's the price you pay for not having to buy pants in two different lengths depending on whether you plan to wear them with heels or flats.
Anyway, I've had good luck with Lafayette 148 New York, so I ordered these
'Irving' Stretch Wool Pants
They're OK. Not great, but good enough. I mean, my ass is not the stuff of poetry, so pants are never going to look amazing ... but the fabric is nice--wool with a little spandex to keep it from sagging. I'm concerned about the length, because it's possible that on me, they look like normal pants that are too short. I JUST DON'T KNOW. Being old and out of it really sucks at times.
Second, Mr. Buxom and I have decided to go back to Europe this fall--Vienna, Salzburg, Innsbruck and Munich—and I'll need something to wear to see Figaro at the Vienna State Opera. And as my post about meeting Hillary Clinton makes clear, those St John knits are eminently packable. I plan to wad this dress up into a ball, stuff it into a carry-on, and then, voila! Dazzle the audience at the opera.
P.S. Notice how the dress is plain over the bodice and gets busier towards the hem? Those St. John people are not stupid.