Houndstooth

I am such a sucker for anything houndstooth. I have a houndstooth coat that is about 2 sizes too big and missing a button, but I still wear it. I have houndstooth stockings, houndstooth scarves, and yesterday, I added houndstooth pants to the mix. 

I went to Kohl's with the intention of using gifted Kohl's Cash and merchandise credits from my boyfriend and my mom to buy a pair of khakis. I hate khakis. I hate the way they fit, I hate their weird pockets, I hate that they get wrinkled. But I do like the idea of looking a little more casual in my casual office. So I went to Kohl's, determined to buy them.

As I was picking up every pair of khakis they had to try on (that is the level of determination we are talking about here), I happened upon a rack of straight-leg crop pants, and these brown houndstooth beauties were right out front. They looked pretty good on, so I figured what the heck? They can break up my black and gray wardrobe and make me laugh at the same time. 

Of course, I'm wearing them with a black cardigan.