Pockets. Love them, need them and want them. It wasn't until last year at our annual dumpster dive day, though, that I realized just how bad women's pockets are. I'd found a perfect pair of men's jeans: great fit, good length, and pockets that actually held my phone. Amazing, and I could protect my phone from falling when making a necessary call - pun intended. Safe in my front pocket, a first!
So began my rant on pockets. This morning, finishing the Style edition of New Yorker, I read that I'm not alone. Yes!
Too bad nothing much is apt to happen. History tells us, this woman knows it and yet, fashion dictates.
Sad.
