There Is A Reason I am A Founding Member Of The No Pants Gang**

Earlier this year I stumbled upon the most hallowed of sales - a pant sale where almost all of the pants were TALL or LONG. Can you imagine? It was at the Talbots Outlet and I can only imagine that tall people don't stop at the actual stores so they had a surplus of long pants to get rid of and dumped them on the Outlet. I could not have been more psyched. Thank you Talbots Outlet for being one of the only stores not to make those with 34" inseams or longer feel like second class citizens.

Wew!

In any case. I ended up purchasing a few pairs of pants and I love each of them and have frankly been wearing the crap out of them ever since. So some of them could definitely use some help from a tailor. One of my fave pairs, a wide legged grey pant, which I have discovered as of late but have I bothered to mend it? Not so much. I have always been more apt to reach for a safety pin then for a needle and thread, and why shouldn't I when I have so many office supplies at my disposal?

Basically, who needs a tailor when you have a binder clip?



I know, I am one missed WB Mason order away from running around pantless in this piece.

**The No Pants Gang was invented the summer of 1996 by myself and some other fellow Aides at the overnight summer camp we were working at. A bunch of us had taken a night off to go to Riverside Park (RIP) and decided to start a club called The No Pants Gang because the stress of dealing with campers all summer had rendered us crazed enough to think this was an awesome idea, and because really pants are quite the drag. The initiation? You must go one one ride at the park - pantless. For the entire ride. This sounds easy in theory but you would be surprised how many park employees would NOT let us board various rides clutching our pants in our hands. So on one particular ride, a roller coaster, we all boarded, then took our pants off after the bell sounded and the ride had begun. Hardcore, no? The ride ended with us chanting "Just Like Fear!" Just Like Fear!" with our pants in our hand as the coaster rolled back into the gate. Charming, I know. But we were quite proud. No Pants Gang 4 Lyfe.