I received a couple nice looking polo shirts from my employer, in a very nice logo-colored shade of wine. This is all well and good, except that the expectation is to wear it with khaki pants.
I do own a pair of khaki crop pants that I bought sometime before the turn of the century. When I was 10 pounds lighter. They still fit...kind-of. But I have to be careful about what color underpants I'm wearing since it's a little thin where the grommets on the pockets pull.
Have I mentioned how much I hate shopping*? For, of all things, khaki pants??? Seriously? Beige isn't even a color. I have to pay MONEY for something that is COLORLESS? Ugh. I'm dying here. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I have insanely long legs and a pear shape making "pants that fit" legs, hips and waist all at the same time a lot like seeking the Holy Grail.
First stop, I find some straight leg pants in "the size I think I am" on sale. But even the sale price makes my frugal self hesitate. And I'm still convinced they will only look the right length if I'm bare-foot or wearing boots. At this point I'm also at the height of my annoyance of having to buy khaki. That color reminds me of oatmeal. Bleech! You can make me eat it, but you can't make me like it. Sorry. I'm not paying $30 for something that makes me gag.
Five stores later, I found some Lee's straight leg pants at JCPenny's in a LONG! $27 and fit better than any other off-the-rack pant's I've tried in decades.
And the real coupe was my new wino shoes found at Ross. I can slosh a little Zin on these babies and no one will notice it. (No silly, not at work...my job isn't THAT fun.)
Moral of the story: Do not expect to see me making a burgundy and tan quilt any time soon.
*Exceptions to shopping hatred: Batik fabric, farmer's markets, art, Native American pottery