I bought a pair of wide-leg black pants ten years ago, during the Great Eileen Fisher EBay binge. I didn’t notice they were silk chiffon. They have been in my closet since, hanging in the corner, waiting for an Event.
Recently, I got pants liners. I am sure FancyPants’ gossamer heart skipped a beat when the liners took the hanger next to her.
And now, FancyPants, after being paired with a ivory lace duster and black shirt, has gone to the opening night of Marriage of Figaro. (How many other women also dressed in wedding-themed attire? I counted five.)