See, I love pants. They just don't love me back. They are great for work, let me blend into my male dominated workplace, and they provide an ease that can't be beat.

But, finding ones that fit and flatter, well, that's a HEWI, isn't it? And once you do, off to the tailor to shorten them. And then, you lose or gain just a bit of weight . . . and the fit is all off again, and the hems are too short or long again!!

Pants, where's the love?!? (My skirts are totally cackling evilly, just waiting to replace the pants once it is warm enough. Which it will be. Eventually).

What's your unrequited love?