apricot’s closet: my new favorite pants.

Hanes t-shirt, from Target; pants & belt are very vintage; shoes, from Ross; jewelry is miscellaneous.

Thanks to Picnik, I am now learning how to add some groovy effects to my pictures, making them a bit more interesting to look it. Now, my technique in doing these effects are lacking a little, but I’m proud nonetheless! Lover tried to teach me Photoshop a few times but that went completely over my head. This is more my speed, as it is so easy a piece of lint could do it.

These pants are very sentimental. Even more so than the sentimental crocheted shirt I once spoke about. Way more.

These pants were once worn by a very stylish woman, whom I have never met. Her name was Sabrina, & she was the oldest sister of my father. Tragically, she was killed in a car accident when she was 19, so I never got to meet her. But I have seen pictures & she was beautiful.

Somehow, my mother was given this outfit — it comes with a blazer, as well — & she passed it down to me. When I first tried to wear the pants, they didn’t fit; they were hilariously too big. I had originally planned on getting them altered, but never made the time. Since then, they have been stowed away in my closet, waiting to be worn.

Just a few weeks ago, I remembered these pants & decided to try them on, knowing that I had just went a few sizes up on my jeans. (It was a dreadful experience, involving me having to give away most of my precious jeans — some that were only worn a few times — because they were too bloody small. I was so distressed that I called my mother to whined to her about it.) Much to my surprise, these pants finally fit like a glove & I am so very happy that they do.  Even if they look terrible on me — & they very well might, considering high-waisted pants are either a “do” or a “don’t”; there is no in between — I don’t care. I love them as though they were my Aunt herself.

Although… my Aunt must have been slightly shorter than myself because the pant-legs flood on me on a little, which is why I rolled them up. Not to mention that the size of these pants are a size 9. (I am now a comfortable 5.) No matter; they still look fantastic. & I love them.

Then, I was given this lovely little award by my mother, who had enough patience to raise me without knocking me senseless. (I was a mischievous child, to say the least.) Thanks Mommy!