I remember in `94 or `95 when palazzos became a thing. I don`t know if it was a global thing, but I wanted nothing more than a pair of palazzo pants with a matching long sleeveless vest (this was right after my wearing bell-bottoms phase so clearly there was some misguided 70s stuff going on). But as I got older and went through other phases (Gwennabe, Mod, New Yorker-in-black, etc.) there was one thing that remained constant in my style development; an aversion to wide leg pants. The memory of palazzo pants was always there, too close, reminding me of the mistake I almost made when I was 9 years old.
A few weeks ago I was doing my nightly fashion-blog crawl and I came across some questionable pants in an editorial. I don`t remember the offending image, but I did tweet about it. Can you sense the fear in those 52 characters? Little did I know that just three weeks later I would be in a fitting room at Zara trying on a pair and documenting it for public discussion. Dios mio.
About two weeks ago I randomly stopped in Zara on my way to the train home. I wasn`t looking for anything in particular, just doing a “loop,” as I like to call it. I saw a pair of printed peach trousers that I loved but when I came closer, I realized it was the dreaded palazzo style.
What a shame, I thought, they`re actually kind of cute. I went home still thinking about them. I looked them up on the website for closer inspection. “No, that wide leg and weird pin-tuck at the waist won`t do me any favors.” I closed the window. I went by another Zara over the weekend. I saw the pants again.
No Laia, you can`t, I told myself over and over again. I went home. I looked at them on the computer again.
Yesterday after the xoJane editorial meeting, I made my way to yet another Zara. I found the pants. I tried them on. I kinda hate them. AND YET I CAN`T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM. Obviously, they do not look good with my favorite Band of Outsiders man shirt, but what about with an old tee that`s shrunken and falling apart? Or maybe with a chunky sweater? No, these pants are a bad idea, right? They go against everything I believe in! Is this what Paula Abdul was singing about? Are these pants my MC Skat Kat? Make me see the light, otherwise I don`t think I`ll last another week without these pants and then what? I can`t even look at myself right now.