Currently Loving: Ugly Pants!

My love for sweatpants mirrors my love for that of most other things in life:
it flip-flops between nonsensical extremes on a disconcertingly regular basis. 

Love - Hate -Love --- it's pretty much my M.O. in terms affection for everything I've ever liked ever. 

Except for chocolate. I'm pretty sure that's always been pretty high up there on my list of favorite things, regardless of my fickle nature. 
And Frodo. 
but we're gonna go ahead and pretend I didn't say that. 

is this weird? that we're looking at my feet? or are we closer for having been through this together?

But sartorially speaking? I've changed my mind more times than a … mind changer at a mind changing convention. 

(we can just go ahead add that to the things that we're pretending didn't happen.)

Currently I am (in case the fact that I'm barely wearing pants in these photos didn't clue you in yet) going through a particularly unflattering pro-sweatpant/legging/athletic/lounge/sleep-wear stage that I'm kind of not-so-secretly dreading the end to. 

pants: Free People, blazer: Helmut Lang, shirt: NSF, shoes: thrifted

It's like every day is Christmas morning featuring that terrible hastily-construed outfit made up of last night's outerwear thrown over this morning's pajama pant and last week's (yet-unwashed?) t-shirt. 

aka: Perfection. 

Though quite honestly - I could probably throw this blazer over a dying chipmunk and it would still look good. So…

moral of the story: get a good blazer, wear shitty pants,
clothe and feed dying chipmunks.

AMEN. 

No but really, sweatpants are cool. 

Cheers.

Photos by Matthew Engelhart