Please don't call the police

Apparently some of my fellow blog readers seem to be concerned about my recent purchase of a pair of stirrup pants. I went with the yellow and black combo...not the red and black....I just have never looked good in red.

See, people are wearing them. I would never in a million years begin to try to wear them like this. First of all...I am not 5'11 and 103 pounds, and I am not 23.

My purchase was simply to wear with boots. Riding boots. If you know me very well....you know I am the last person on Earth to take a fashion risk. I don't risk anything really.

But, when your butt sticks out like mine does...a long shirt with leggings seems to make it look smaller. The stirrups are more of a "useful" part of the pants. They keep leggings from riding up my ghetto booty.

So, don't call anyone to come arrest me. I promise, when we have lunch together next time...I won't sport my stirrup pants with flats or anything. They will always be hidden...deep inside boots.

Now where did I leave my off the shoulder sweatshirt decorated with rhinestones and puff paint? I know it is around here somewhere.......

Oh there it is! Right next to my Swatch Watch and terrycloth sweatbands.......

Flashdance.....