I'm having a little leather moment, as you can see.

I've always been big on leather jackets (it's the ex-motorcycle chick in me) and own more of them than one person really should, but one territory I've never ventured into before is leather shorts. They made me nervous...which makes sense, because they are more often than not very short, very tight, and very much "HELLO I AM WEARING LEATHER SHORTS." I don't mind my outfit shouting a bit, but I wasn't sure leather shorts were saying quite what I'm in the mood to say at this point in my life.

Except...I finally caved and picked up a (faux) pair, and guess what I discovered? They can totally speak at a normal volume. Be edgy, but still classic. Sexy, but still refined. Almost...subtle, even (not quite).

I have such a thing for big belled sleeves; I bought this dress 30% because it was pretty and fit well, and 70% because of those sleeves.

The thing for big belled sleeves dates back to my sophomore year of high school, when my three best friends and I decided - mostly because of The Craft, I think, because we were original like that - that we were witches. All of us were into it to varying degrees, but I took our pastime one step further: I locked myself in my bedroom and performed candle spells before wandering down to the Hudson to toss the burned wicks into the running water, devoured book after book after book about Wicca, attended group meetings at our local pagan bookstore (this freaked out my parents until they attended one with me and realized that it was actually a very nice group of people), and started wearing things like purple velvet robes and tie-dyed gowns with sleeves that trailed on the floor to school. (And yes, these outfits were received approximately as well by my 15-year-old classmates as you'd imagine.)

It wasn't the best time in my life: for some reason, the moment between childhood and young adulthood was a frightening one for me, and I spent a lot of my time feeling so alone that I didn't know how to even begin to climb back out into the real world, where I'd heard that people lived. There was an entire summer when I did very little other than take the M11 bus up Amsterdam Avenue and then back down Columbus, stopping off at Barnes & Noble to sit cross-legged on the floor and read books for awhile before going home to light some candles and stare into the pendulum that my aunt had given me, hoping it would tell me something different.

I'm an all-jeans, all-the-time person. I wear them with everything, and I wear them everywhere: on dates, to dinner, to meetings...everywhere. Major wardrobe ruts certainly make getting dressed easy, and I love my jeans, but still:

Sometimes you want to switch it up.

Tailored trousers (especially cropped to ankle length) are everywhere this fall, and such a fun way to feel just a touch more pulled-together, even on the weekend.