There is no feeling quite like finding the perfect pair of red pants. Not only is it just inexplicably satisfying to encounter a well-fitted pair of slacks on the first try-on, but there is also something invigorating about the color red. Red pants feel classy, but snazzy….a staple, but still unique. Shopping with a man you are seeing can be stressful for any woman, so to have the seamless experience of sliding right into these flattering red pants was empowering. The material was thin, but not cheap. The cut was sophisticated, but not pretentious. They were straight legged, tight and lifting around the bum, clinching ever so slightly at the waist, and loose at the bottom. This is why people come to Milan. Only in Milan do you find the ideal pant, at the ideal time, in an unexceptional store like Mango…at the train station might I add. I came out of the dressing room grinning at how good I felt and how fabulous I knew they looked. I did a spin as he showed me off to his pal on facetime. He made me feel special, but it was the pants that provided me with the confidence to go out there and allow him to do so. I wore the red pants almost every night in Milan, and when I didn’t, he asked me why I wasn’t in them and ordered me to put them on at once. 

Now when I see myself in the red pants I feel just the same as I did in the Mango dressing room in the Milan train station. It’s comforting to remind yourself that insignificant objects can connect different moments or evoke prior feelings that can override present ones when you need them to.

My Red Pants