Cardigan and capri pants, J.Crew. Shirt, Banana Republic. Flats, Ralph Lauren.
Whenever I wear funky pants (meaning: cropped and in unconventional colors), I am reminded of the Italian word for scoundrel: MASCALZONE. As a self-proclaimed logophile, this word makes my top 100. It has calzone in it. And mascal, which is not a word, but it sure sounds a lot like rascal. If my sister saw me from across the street, prancing about in orange pantaloons, she would call me out on it. "Mascalzone! How dare you?" It makes perfect sense.