
I am, as you might imagine, not wild about these. I know there's a subset of people who are way tired of skinny jeans, so they may be pleased to see bellbottoms in the wild, but for me... these are LOVELY embroidered flares, but that's still the pendulum swinging too far back for me. I feel like someone should stick these in a Woodstock Museum and call it a career.

This is to give you a better view of how they bell. And also of Intern George's hound.

And here is where the pants eat her feet. Goodbye, Amal's left foot. Can I have her shoes, Intern George?
