if pants could talk.

#realtalk - i love these pants. but some days i'm unsure as to if they love me. i have several pairs that seem to have personalities of their own, varying daily on whether they want to compliment my figure or not. one day i'll put a pair on, look in the mirror and think "oh yaaaa baby" while slyly winking at myself [i kid, but not really]... and then there are days where the same pants are riding up in all the wrong places and making my tush look flatter than a swedish pancake. [apologies if there are any men reading this. you entered at your own risk!]

i'm in denial that i may be the common denominator in these pant success and failure stories. i'd rather just blame it on a piece of material, void of both life and conniving capabilities... does anyone else have a love/hate relationship with their clothes at times? okay, i'm off to do some squats.

xoxo, blair

[grey tank top: bdg // cardigan: love by design @ nordstrom // bdg graphic pants: c/o urban outfitters // tramper ankle hi boot: c/o minnetonka moccasin]