The Harem Pant

I know I don't usually blog about clothes, but the other day I ordered a few things from Anthropologie. They weren't the kinds of things that suggested I considered myself a winsome, dreamy 25 year-old who travels the world with an endless supply of print dresses and moody looks. Plus, they were on sale and I felt very patriotic buying them. But then today Anthropologie sent me an email suggesting these pants.

Can I just say? I once bought pants that could have fallen into the category of "harem pants." It was the eighties, I was in my teens, my hair feathered, I tanned with abandon, and I was in the region of the world sometimes called "the fertile crescent." The days of me and harem pants, they are long gone. And frankly, from the look of these pants, there aren't too many for whom those days should come back again.