I spent my entire bus ride contemplating boys in the very low (under the butt) pants, how they keep them up, and what is going on in the front.

Yeah, I don't know. I had a crisis of tights the other night walking home, and they were starting to slip past my ass, and there was no way they wouldn't have kept going to my knees after that. I decided it was better to just hike them up on the street.

Sophia, I ask myself those same questions! (Well, not the costuming one, but...) I also often wonder what would happen if they actually had to run, and how funny it would be if I just depantsed them and ran away.

I once had a crisis of the tights and a crisis of my period all at the same time at the theatre, and when running to the bathroom was stopped by a girl hysterically in tears about the most minor part of her costume (she was wearing a longline strapless bra which she wasn't used to, and felt exposed. I ended up having to talk to her/try to comfort her while both my underpants and tights were slowly creeping down my thighs (the elastic in both had simultaneously given up the ghost). By the end of the conversation I was actually holding up both bloody garments by pressing my knees together, and I so wanted to get cranky with her and run to the bathroom!

For some reason, the pants style reminds me of the Cavalier Period, which I hate. [link]

I think it is because everything seems so droopy, and yet so fancy.

I just imagined urban kids wearing a get-up like that and got a mighty laugh...

(Timberland could make a version of those boots! I don't know if it would be awesome or frightening, though...)

By the end of the conversation I was actually holding up both bloody garments by pressing my knees together, and I so wanted to get cranky with her and run to the bathroom!

You totally should have! OMG.

When my pants got to the falling off stage, I perfected walking down the hall with my elbows pressed to my hipbones to keep from walking out of them.

There's a slowly frying bug in one of the lamps that is making me and the cats jumpy. Well, when they were awake.

MK and Loki are passed out behind my knees. Loki's got his head jammed into MK's butt. Whoops, woke the kitten up when I reached for the camera. No more passed out kitten.

I just imagined urban kids wearing a get-up like that and got a mighty laugh...

At a large, multi-day SCA event several years ago, one of our major wars that involve camping and fighting and taking showers in trailers etc., there was a gentleman who was wearing perfect Louis XIVth garb. Pink satin one day, yellow satin the next. He had the hair, the beard, the long walking stick, the poodle, everything.

My husband was at the shower trailer, hanging out with a bunch of fellow sweaty Vikings in their basic tunics and pants and ratty sandals, when he strolled by. The grubby Vikings all went silent and watched. When he was out of earshot, one of them sighed and shook his head.

"You've got to have really big balls to wander around looking like that."

The others grunted and nodded.

I used to give the neighborboy shit about wearing the huge tshirts that hung down to his knees with his falling off pants: Why are you bothering with pants that don't fit! You have a perfectly workable dress on!

He'd just duck & grin and roll his eyes. I am probably SO ANCIENT in his eyes.

"You've got to have really big balls to wander around looking like that."

That's why I loved Tim Roth in Rob Roy. Such a fop but such a violent, evil little man.