Today, girls are taller, slacks are longer and I’m shrinking so I could wear slacks that graze my metatarsals. But I’m in the midst of a fashion tsunami which beckons me to choose high water slacks. Not cropped. Not capris. True high water. My current favorites are sweetly belled, black and white ginghams that I wear with patent leather brogues.
Mom would say, “Whose daughter are you?” and smile.