When capris first came back on the racks, I was horrified. While capris – also known as pedal pushers – were great on 1950s starlets but on me? I still feel vaguely like a weeble-wobble. This may explain why so many women have clamored for longer tops and T-shirts. We are not midriff bearers by nature, and alas, I do not look this put together when writing my morning pages:
I might if I were French, but I’m Polish-American, so I’m doing pretty good if I can just get to the notebook without spilling coffee. In the long run, however, I have surrendered to the capris pant – it actually is nice enough for casual summer stuff, and feels much less awkward than shorts.