Is it just me, or....
Is it just me, or did everyone else (with a sizable arse) have the same schitzophrenic experience when watching that Gap commercial with Hepburn for the first time?
"I raaather feel like expressing myself, and I could certainly use the release"
(Me: "Huh? Whassis?")
Hepburn jumps out of frame; cue hard rock anthem "Back in Black."
(Me: Oh! Now that's different. I approve. I get the reference. I've seen Funny Face. I feel happy and smart. How creative. How fun.)
Kaleidoscopic Hepburn dancing to Hard Rock Anthem
(Me: Oh! How creative. How fun.)
Cue tag line, and fade: "The Black Skinny Pant"
(Me: Agh, Shit.)
I am simply not ready to give up my bootcuts, people. Though I knew its day had come (Project Runway is purely an educational experience for me) I am not ready. Trinny and Susanna have assured me that my body type demands a boot cut (dammit). Anything else will render me pear-shaped and squat. That is my truth.
Is this sign of age? Or of pure, primal fear over the return of the skinny pant, the skinny jean, of leggings? I fear that stirrup/ski pants will worm their way back before we know it, and then I am royally screwed. More countless hours hoisting up the crotch on my trousers, as the stirrups make my underfoot ache. Nice.
More importantly though... Will the bootcut become the highwaister jean of our generation?
Tune in, October 2007, to see if I've managed to squeeze myself into "a" skinny jean and a pair of fringed slouch boots, or if turning 36 means I have turned a fashion corner and become....my mother.