"Look out your window, man! They doin' surveys or something."
"Naw, it's a woman taking photos of herself dog."
"Ain't chu ever seen people surveyin' before?"
"She got a camera, maybe she taking photos of our building."
That was the conversation buzzing five stories above my head as I shot around the corner from my house. It could have been worse, though; socks and heels aren't generally smiled upon around here. It had to be done, though, since I was all too eager to shoot these baggy new Helmut Lang trousers I scored off Poshmark.
You see, for the first time, my thighs seem to have made peace with so-called boyfriend jeans. In times gone by, I would froth over the perfect loose-fit pair, but it didn't matter whether they were One Teaspoon or 6397: they always looked too tight around my legs. (Whenever this causes lament, I remind myself that Beyonce has the same problem.) But trust Helmut Lang to have a fit that's just right. The bagginess is probably a little on the extreme side for those blessed women with praying mantis legs, but for my Fergalicious marathon-running legs, the cut is perfect.
These are a little bigger than they should be, since I accidentally ordered a size too large, but even then, I know the right size would be a great fit too. Nevertheless, this pair will be getting the hot water and tumble dry treatment for shrinkage and a flippantly worn-out look. At least I followed the golden rule: when it's just right, buy in both colours.
PS: Just noted my trousers, heels and watch are the only parts of my outfit that aren't from the boys' section of the store. Sometimes ya just gotta get whatever fits best, right?!