Going faux, faux sho.

I joke with clients that if I don’t hear fabric making fart noises and grunts from you stretching and pulling them, then they aren’t the right size and you need smaller. The thing is though, once you get them on they really are magic pants. They aren’t as tough as real leather though a la Ross from Friends and his leather pants (“they’re still not coming’ on man, and the lotion and the powder have made a paste!") A little wiggling and deep breathing and you’ll be smooth sailing until the next wash (yes you can WASH them).

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It all started with a laundry basket... and granny boots.

I would’ve greeted them in green velvet leggings, an oversized sweater with a belt (most likely one of my older sisters), and granny boots. By the time wine hit their glass I was back in a leotard, corduroy pants, a fur or leather jacket of my moms, and of course, granny boots. This would continue throughout the evening until I was told it was time to put on my pajamas and go to bed, but not without strutting my footies through the living room before I went to snooze. You may not be able to focus since the mention of granny boots, I don’t blame you. I was obsessed.

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