That's what Victor said, when I asked him what he thought of my pants. And he told me they make my legs look like upholstery. Upholstery-legs. Ah well. He hasn't actually voiced any seething hatred of them, the way he did of my Bagatelle Buttondown when he saw it in the store and declared it looked like something Ronald McDonald would wear. (But by the time I'd bought it, he'd forgotten about the shirt entirely. Men!) But yeah, he doesn't hate them. I guess he just doesn't get them? Poor, misunderstood upholstery pants.
I've had these pants for absolutely ages, of course. They went on sale late last summer, I think, and since they weren't available in my country, I had to ship them via a sweet, helpful friend in the States. And when I got them, I realized I had to take the hems down because they were juuuust that little bit too short on my tall self. This little modification only took me a few months. Doing it wasn't hard, but deciding to do it? Yeah.
I woke up this Saturday and immediately knew I needed to wear these pants with this pink shirt, and my pendant from Sayaka. So that's what I did. I have like, five other upholstery pants planned in my head. So this should be exciting. Or boring, if you get tired of seeing me wear the same stuff over and over and over...
Oh and was I having a good hair day here, or what?! I mean, I hate to honk my own horn, or whatever the expression is, but my hair sure did something right on Saturday.