I spend a killer day shopping the outlets earlier in the week,
with my bitchy younger sis...who...BTW...has some of the best
taste in clothes going...too bad her taste in men runs towards
the metrosexual annoying type...her hubby gets hit on by gay
men in the subway ALL THE TIME...we laugh HARD about
that...because he's got a little bit of that endearing
homophobia thang going on (as sooo very many men do).

We tried on clothes & were brutally honest
with each other. She tried on a pair of white capri pants that made her
ass look as wide as the state of Montana...so I told her the truth.
I tried on a loverly pair of lined Ann Taylor pants with a wide leg & a
cuff of the bottom...she said they made me look like the pants were in
the process of swallowing me...feet first. Since those were not the looks
that either one of us were going for...we both swore to all that is good
& holy in life NEVER to buy white pants...because...unless you are a
six foot tall, leggy, Amazonian chick whose feelings will not be hurt if
someone tells them that they look dumpy & squat...you won't like what
people are thinking when you walk by.