Be My Ballantyne

This whole Jodhpur thing isn’t gong away any time soon. Instead it’s been morphing into a look that I can appreciate. Like Mad Men when Bets goes riding. Like above. But the pants aren’t what’s tickling me pink about this outfit. I just found an old bow tie from my brother’s closet. And aside from making Munch wear it, one of these days I’m really gonna wear it myself. Probably to M’s dismay. But he’s used to this by now. However. I still don’t think I could ever wear the pants. It’s one of those leave it to the skinny models thing. Bow ties, sure. Cute, love. Pants that make me look shorter with giant saddle bags and stitching to bring attention to the crotch. Not cute, pass.