They're pants for parachuters, not parachute pants. Think Navy Seal, not M.C. Hammer.
I've had these lovely pants--so cool. They're REAL--for at least ten years.
Who knows how they arrived. I remember the moment when I discovered them in my costume bin and 'rescued" them for my closet. A sincere move, if not a particularly flattering one.
I just turned them into this:
And yes, I know you can't really tell how long the thing is (and I also know that you are staring at my war-torn backyard, which I really don't want to talk about) but trust me that it hits me right above the knee and based on my current photographic ability and, apparently, the STATE OF MY KNEES, you will not be experiencing a knee photo from me. Sorry. You'll have to come over to see.
Also, I used the leftover pant legs for this:
I found this cool super-pocketed army bag at a thrift store last month (as part of Totally Obsessed with Totes Month, apparently). It just need a little New Strap Love. I think I'm going to stamp out a small storyline for that fatigue part of the strap. I'll let you know how it goes.
