I’m wearing yoga pants. There. The secret is out.
I’ll tell you another secret: I’m wearing yoga pants, but I didn’t go to yoga (and I miss it so!).
And one more secret, for good measure: It is very possible to wear not a tailored stitch, look chic, and feel über-comfy. ‘Tis the season for flares, anyway.
Can I get an…OM?
PS: Look at me pattern mixing. Chevron + chevron + did you notice my leopard pumps? No? Scroll up! Aren’t you proud of me?