The capri's that I didn't get to wear last year because I was too fat (well okay, too pregnant) to fit into them.
The capri's that signal the end of winter and the beginning of summer (we often don't get much of a spring here in Cache Valley).
Some years, the only thing that gets me through January and February is the thought of those capri's and my favorite sandals in the attic, just waiting to be adored and worn.
It's been a little too cold for capri's the last couple of days, but they are now out of the attic and in the closet, just waiting for that glorious day, the day when they will again feel the warmth of natural sunlight upon their cotton/poly blend fibers . . .
So, you can imagine my dismay and disillusionment when, just a few minutes ago, I read here that capri's are totally out, totally unflattering, and anyone who is anyone totally shouldn't wear (or even own) them anymore.
Dang you Tim Gunn! It's one thing for me to know that I'm wearing something that is completely out of fashion AND unflattering, but it is an entirely different thing for me to know that everyone ELSE knows that I'm wearing something that is completely out of fashion and unflattering.
However, I will not submit! My love for my capris is too great! I've waited too long, and loved too ardently.
(comic compliments of toothpastefordinner.com)