I am a dress person. I wear cute dresses to work and to go out. When I’m relaxing, I wear jeans. When I’m really relaxing, I wear sweatpants. And when I’m really really relaxing, I wear no pants. But there is one thing I’ve never done until now and that is wear leather pants. Okay, they are vinyl coated denim, but for all intents and purposes they are leather pants. Turquoise leather pants. And I am just not the sort of person that traipses around the city in turquoise leather pants.
Now, I like feeling sexy. Who doesn’t? And I’m fairly lucky because I have a healthy self-esteem and on most days I actually feel pretty confident and sexy in my own skin. When I put on a nice dress, I feel pretty, feminine and nice. I feel like a respectable, productive member of society. But when I put these pants on this morning, I felt something else. I felt like a badass. The day is half over and I still fell like a badass. I feel sexy and naughty and I feel like I have a secret that no one else knows. I want to stand up and walk around just so I can sit again, ’cause the material feels so good as it tightens around my thighs when I sit. I want to make extra trips to the water cooler so that I can give my fellow office workers a chance to peek at my new trousers and give them a chance to compliment them. (Okay, this hasn’t happened yet, but the day is not over!)
Now, everyone has a personal style. I think it’s great when people embrace what they like and what looks good on them. I think I have been on this earth long enough to have cracked this formula. I know what looks good, I know what I like, and I have spent my working adult years cultivating a closet that projects the image of a young professional Manhattanite with a bohemian flair and suitable pops of color. But there is a certain joy of stepping outside those boundries that is so great. You know that expression, and I’m paraphrasing “you have to know the rules to break them?” Well I think that you have to really know yourself to know the true joy and fun of dressing like someone else. Dressing like someone else is fun. It’s like being back in the school play. It’s like going on vacation and telling cute boys that your name is Suzie and you are studying to be an astronaut. As we get older, we have fewer opportunities to play dress up, and this play can be pretty fun.
Okay, back to my pants.