In the question of, “How 70s can this girl possibly go,” the answer is, actually, quite a lot.
Mind you, I am missing the Farrah Fawcett hair.
Sometimes I find things in my wardrobe that I realized have not seen the sun (or the streetlights) for quite some time. These pants are a perfect example of that. I bought them I believe two summers ago now, and I don’t wear them nearly as often as I should. That being said, every time I think about giving them away, I’m like hell nah.
I do love these pants. I don’t have the skinniest legs, and while that’s hardly a problem I do have days where I’m feeling a bit self-conscious and I think: why not cover up with some billowy-satin goodness? A wide-leg trouser is just so universally flattering. This past Saturday, that was the exact thought process I went through went I got dressed to go out. I donned those bad boys and a backless plunge bodysuit because why the heck not.
I like to call this look vintage sailor/disco queen realness. Good for a Saturday night on the town. Heck, good for any time of day depending on how comfortable you are having 1/3 of your boobs hanging out.
Pants: Zara (similar, in a crop)
Bodysuit: American Apparel
Necklace: Bloody Mary Metal (similar)
Watch: Daniel Wellington