I am such a butter fingers, what I meant was let’s get high waisted. Wait, what did you think? Moi?! How dare you! You know very well I am an upstanding citizen and I do not condone recreational drug use or over indulging in the alter wine! My mom reads this blog yo! If you see her (she goes to Fred Meyer about 13 times a week) I expect an apology to her. She is a saint and she brought me up better than that!!!! Sorry I have to be so hard on you guys but no one messes with my mom.
I think the high-waisted silhouette is super feminine and flattering but I also think it allows for the occasional indulgence. For instance let’s say you, I don’t know, just discovered Ritz Toasted Chips. Maybe you start watching a Real Housewives marathon and three hours later the box is gone. (I mean 8.1 ounces is really not that much so I don’t think this is such a far fetched story.) So after all that salt a person, any person, probably someone you don’t know, has a craving for something sweet so they drive to the nearest gas station like an addict on their way to a fix and completely, by accident, take out one of those signs that says “Kids At Play”.