There are few things in the world that make me sweat. One is heat (surprise). The other is making expensive purchases. So, you can imagine how uncomfortable I was when I was standing in Exquisite Costumes in 100 degree weather with Casey looking on with concern as I cradled this pair of vintage YSL tuxedo pants in my arms. On the one hand, they were going to last me a long, long time (and was enough of a classic piece that I could envision myself passing it on to wee DaughterLegits in the future). They were also Yves Saint Laurent (which speakeths for itselfith). They were also unbelievably tailored to the exact proportions of my body, which, for a shortish, smallish person like me, is a miracle unto itself. On the other hand (which was a big, fat, sausage-fingered hand), they were $180. Panic panic panic. But, I bit the bullet, charged that shit, and now I have something faaannnshhy to wear to work tomorrow.
Note: please excuse my apparent wrestler's build in the picture to the left. Yikes.