I went to Disneyworld

Or should I say capri pants world

Last week, I did not produce a newsletter because I went to Disney World but now I am back and possibly better than ever?

In any case, while I was in Disney World, I realized something insane— capri pants are back.

Capri pants, if you don’t know, are cropped pants that come to their terminal point at the mid-calf, aka the worst part of my leg. They were invented in the 1950s and ever since then there have had sporadic revivals, most notably in the 80s, 90s the early 2000s. But it’s been a while, to the point where, I thought people had learned the lessons of history, but apparently they had not.

I wasn’t imagining things either. When I got back home, exhausted, ebulient and brewing two unique styes, I checked and they are also on the runways of Prada and Lowe and even Balmain.

I have a very long and checkered history with capri pants starting inauspiciously at a particularly horrible 8th grade dance during which I voluntarily wore hot pink capri pants with a lime green knit hoodie with no sleeves. Since that point, I wore slightly cropped pants in the hideous poindexter style of 2012-2011 but never the full on capri again. We are truly in a new era.

And so, like the scientist that I truly am— I decided to go and try a pair on— a pink gingham pair just for good measure. It was a good time to do it— one child was napping in the stroller and the other one was eating a cookie. Thus I was able to actually look in the mirror. And of course, the capri pants looked horrible. I was somehow shorter than ever. But I realized something. I felt extremely comfortable for the first time in days.

There is in fact a genius to capri pants. They were an incredible compromise between shorts and pants. In indifferent spring weather, given to the occasional monsoon, striking warm patch, extreme wind that chills one to the bone, they were truly the perfect pants, which is what the people at Disneyworld had figured out but I had not. And so I bought a pair and have been wearing them since I got home, a reminder of a great trip and the thermal utility of exposed ankles.