Pants are my new obsession. Yes, pants. It may sound like a ridiculous obsession because everyone wears pants, right? Wrong. I always wear jeans. Jeans are not the same.
For the last week or two, I have been borrowing (read: quasi-stealing) pants from others to wear. My brother’s suit pants etc. It’s been good. So good in fact, that I’ve been thinking it’s time to get my own.
Yesterday I was made a last minute offer to see the first Crane Brothers collection in the flesh, in the store. I snapped it up and went along. I’m glad I did. I love that store (despite the fact that I can’t really wear anything in it because I’m not a man). Anyhow, with all the talk of getting my own pants, it occurred to me that perhaps I could get my very own special pair of pants. Not just any old pants, special ones. Bespoke pants! Bespoke Crane Brothers pants. I enquired, and the friendly boys tell me they can! Thank the lord for my boyish figure! I’m going to go in this weekend. I’m not sure exactly what I want yet, but I’m thinking Navy. Navy and short.