Just the other day I was walking in Chelsea with a friend when I saw a woman in stirrup (or possibly stretch) pants across the street. "Oh my god, no, not stirrup pants! It's happened!" to my friend and then I got a closer look and said "Nevermind, it's just an old lady." Well, it has happened at, where else? Urban Outfitters. I think someone should get the name of the Urban Outfitters buyer who pitched these, and force her to wear them.
My favorite, and most worn outfit of 1989 (edited: 1990) was pink, purple and white floral stirrup pants from The Limited, with a matching purple knit top. It was the outfit my Mom bought me to wear to the Leon County Brain Bowl tournament, where my team came in 4th place, which was good for a tiny Christian school. I sucessfully challenged two questions:
In Disney's version of Pinocchio, what was the name of the fish?
Their answer: Figaro
Correct answer: Cleo
and
Who wrote the fairy tale Cinderella?
Their answer: The Brothers Grimm
Correct answer: Charles Perrault
Let it never be said I don't know my fairy tales! Anyway, my point is...stirrup pants...suck. (Thanks to Golden Fiddle for the link)
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