Of course this spring I’ll be wearing just enough frou with my share of lace and pastels, but my hands-down favorite trend is the flared jean (did I ever think I’d greet the day when I’d forego skinny jeans?).
Being that they’re about as big and bodacious as my eyeglasses (vintage from the ‘70s, originally my mom’s, and yes they do have a prescription), I like to think they bring me fashion feng-shui. Plus there’s nothing quite like listening to myself walk and swoosh around in flared jeans and platforms, cue #madswag (or so I like to think). But if nothing else, it never gets old watching the old hippies in my family see my “owl specs” and “bell-bottoms” and take a quick trip down memory lane.