...or, more specifically, the pants' rise. Angie's post this morning reminded me of something I noticed back at the turn of the millennium, when ultra low-rise pants started to appear: all the tops suddenly got way longer. What it meant was that the short tops that had previously looked good with my higher-rise wardrobe suddenly didn't work (unless I wanted to expose several inches of midsection, which I emphatically did not). Over the course of several years, I ended up with a wardrobe full of tops that looked better with the new pants, and a bunch of too-short tops that were abandoned in the top corner of my closet, out of reach.
It's happening again. The new higher-rise pants are so dramatically different than the old low-rise skinnies (which were popular for the better part of a decade) that, for me at least, they require different tops. I can't just tuck the old long tops in; it really doesn't suit my short torso. Over the past year I've acquired a bunch of new tops that work with either high rises only, or with both low and high rises. Fashion is forcing my hand. If I want to keep up with the trendier trouser rise, I have to buy different tops, too.
The fashion world is sneaky.