Val and Stan are here hawking their wares (yummy, yummy Valerie toffees). I ran into them in the kitchen this morning as I was struggling to pour my first cup of coffee. They were all shiny and fresh and peppy, on their way out the door.
I was pretty fuzzy and bleary eyed, but I noticed that Val had on beige chinos. I don't think I have ever seen my friend in beige chinos. It was confusing. Of course they were cute on her, duh, but hmm...eleven years I've known Val and suddenly, beige chinos.
(And if you must know, the colors of the pants I own: black and blue --as in blue jeans. Oh, and a beautiful pair of dark gray wool Barney's slacks. And, okay, a pair of really gorgeous light beige DKNY rayon trousers. And a pair by Rampage that are sexy, shiny silver. Oh yeah, and dark khaki Dickies and Army surplus pants that say 'Allen' on the pocket that I've had probably all eleven years I've known Val, both purchased from the Salvation Army in the Mission in SF. There you go, my pants round up.)