As regular readers are aware, I am an avowed lover of A Whimsical Trouser, and that goes extra double much for a pair of red pants. I used to have a pair of red, button-fly jeans from The Gap and they were A DELIGHT. (Because this was the era of grunge, I wore them with a plaid button-down; because I am me, yes, I was wearing red pants at the height of grunge.) I can vouch for the fact that I did not look nearly as nifty as Posh look here, though — even WITH all her sleeves and legs lurking over her fingers and toes like her limbs shrunk a teeny tiny bit in the wash. That’s probably because I didn’t have a Mondrian-y striped sweater. Yes, that’s totally the only reason why.
