I don’t care how current and fashionable the skin-tight breeches are, unless you’re slim they are unflattering. And if you’re not fit, your dimples show through. And those panty lines that people get so bothered about.
I am not slim. Not even close. I’m also reaching that glorious Red Hat stage–I’m a pink hat now–and feel no compunction to follow fashion at the expense of comfort. So, [sarahpalin]gosh-darn-it, to heck with [/sarahpalin] with those sausage-casings!
I have a home sewing pattern for puffy pants, and when I’m in a position where I have to wear breeches, I’ll be wearing these. And showing in them, too. I’ll make them in a nice cotton twill, with no polyester, so I’ll be cool (obviously, “cool” as in temperature).
The folks who will laugh or scoff or sneer at me for being not au courant are the same ones who would laugh at me if I were walking around in the skin-tights, so really, :: shrugs :: six of one, half dozen of the other.
wanabe: our cycle-cops–all men at this time–wear these flared breeches with tall boots and they look fine. Of course, they’re in navy and not beige, and the dark color gives them a rascally look. Speaking of rascals, Errol Flynn rocked in puffy pants–I have pictures! (okay, I remember a picture I’ve seen of him in puffies, but still…)