My mom has the famed corduroy pants (flannel lined, hand-sewn), dating back to the 1930s. (I'd returned them to her after I realized I would never again be small enough to fit into them.) Our daughter modeled them last week--she called them Depression pants....! And nope, nobody ever snapped a shot of me on campus, biking or walking around in these pants, with the brown lace-up boots and a brown turtleneck shirt.... how was I so utterly unaware of how WEIRD I looked....????
