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| J.Lo Just Ditched Skinny Jeans for Wide-Leg Pants on Date Night - Yahoo Lifestyle Posted: 25 Dec 2019 09:00 AM PST What's that you say? You're over skinny jeans? You're not alone. We'd never advocate for getting rid of skinny silhouettes altogether, but right now everyone seems to be obsessed with wide-leg pants. Just ask Jennifer Lopez, who recently wore a three-piece Dolce & Gabbana suit with wide-leg trousers to a date night with A.Rod. Kind of puts my one night-out LBD to shame. J.Lo is definitely not the only A-lister who's gotten on board with the trend. I'm especially obsessed with Selena Gomez's recent party-pants outfit. She wore glittery gold J.W. Anderson pants with pared-down basics to let the trousers steal the show. Honestly, have you ever seen a pair of pants that look as fun as those? Scroll down to see how Lopez, Gomez, and other celebrities are styling wide-leg pants right now.  View photos On Jennifer Lopez: Dolce & Gabbana pantsuit; Escada bag; Alaia boots 5 More Ways to Style Wide-Leg Pants View photos On Selena Gomez: Wardrobe.NYC coat; J.W. Anderson pants; Louis Vuitton boots View photos Wardrobe.NYC Release 04 Double-Breasted Cotton Trench Coat ($1398) View photos  |
| Posted: 24 Dec 2019 05:08 AM PST By Nancy West | 3 hours ago Editor's note: Since our last letter, we've made some great additions to our team like Paula Tracy and her statehouse coverage and new column, A Winter Run. This first ran just before Christmas 2018 and is now an InDepthNH.org news pants tradition. Donations welcome here. Dear Santa News Pants, We have been good girls and boys at the New Hampshire Center for Public Interest Journalism all year long. OK, maybe not perfect, but we do our best. We report important stories that matter to New Hampshire, stories that are often overlooked because we don't have enough reporters in the state. (You know, the Internet and other stuff happened.) We work hard, often for nothing or next to nothing, posting our daily online news outlet InDepthNH.org abiding by all the old shoe-leather reporting ethical practices combined with the latest innovations (some still being innovated – cutting edge stuff.) We considered doing our next podcast in Pig Latin, but alas, I fear that is a dying language. (Holy Moe, Larry, Curly) Why do we do it? Because we believe democracy is a thing of the past if we don't step up right now to tell you what your government is doing. It's our job to encourage civil discourse (that means no fist fighting) and guide you to take civic action (that means voting, running for office, writing letters to the editors and in general standing up and being counted, not sure by whom). InDepthNH.org tells stories about people who matter and don't get the attention they deserve like the men and women locked up in the Secure Psychiatric Unit at the men's prison just because they are mentally ill. Garry Rayno keeps you posted on what's happening at the State House now as he gets ready to work even harder in January as we expand our coverage for the 2019 Bicentennial anniversary of the State House. We need to keep you posted on which of your elected and appointed officials are being nice – and which are being downright naughty. And we need you and your tax-deductible donation to pay for all of this, but listen, your generous dollars will be doubled until Dec. 31 by NewsMatch, a grassroots campaign to help support nonprofit news across the country. Santa News Pants – we only have two weeks left for this 100 percent match for all individual donations up to a $1,000 per person and we have about $5,000 left to raise. Ugh, Santa News Pants. We need your help getting the word out. So when squeezing down chimneys to drop off gifts this year to the good boys and girls across the world, please leave a little note about NewsMatch and InDepthNH.org. Or just share it on your FaceBook page or Twitter. One favorable Santa Tweet would go a long way. Either works for me. Santa News Pants, I suspected you wore tidy whitey's but our intrepid investigative columnist/author/photographer/artist Wayne D. King (yes, the former state senator) caught you doing your own wash getting ready for the big night. Mrs. Claus, I heard is busy preparing for president. Any help you give us is earmarked for our expanded New Hampshire State House news coverage. It's the famed gold domed building's Bicentennial anniversary in 2019 and we are going to rock the news coverage. And just who is this "we" I have been going on and on about. Here's just a few of us. (Leaving out the really naughty people on purpose.) Tomorrow we will list all the names of people who have made donations so far. We are Garry Rayno, State House Bureau Chief; Paula Tracy, senior writer; George Liset, Writing on the Fly; Roger Wood, Associate Publisher; Bob Charest, Why You Should Care NH; Susan Dromey Heeter, Joyful Musings; Michael Davidow, Radio Free New Hampshire; Wayne D. King, View From Rattlesnake Ridge; Monica West, Monica Reads; Bob LaPree, Chief of Photography; D. Maurice Kreis, Power to the People; Michael Marland, editorial cartoonist; and John Harrigan, View from Above the Notches. Thanks Santa News Pants, Nancy West OUR FEATURED NH COLUMNS
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| ’Tis the season (for missing pants and parental stress) - The Washington Post Posted: 20 Dec 2019 06:00 AM PST  But when November came, I kept circling and moving "Order black pants!" to the next week. "Did you get my pants?" my son asked me right after Thanksgiving. "Not yet," I replied. "Don't worry though, I'm on it." But before you could say "Jack Frost," it was already December. My son inquired again. "Are you sure you can't just wear dark jeans?" I countered, wondering by this point if ordering new pants was really necessary. I seemed to recall something in the letter mentioning dark jeans as an alternative. But he wasn't about to be persuaded. My son is both a rule follower (which most of the time I'm grateful for) and a sixth grader who has suddenly developed a sense of fashion. No way was he wearing dark jeans with his concert T-shirt. He insisted his teacher wanted only black pants. Finally, last week — still days before the concert — I went onlineand found a suitable pair of black chinos. Most deliveries from this particular store arrived in a couple of days. We had plenty of time, I reasoned. Toward the end of the week, my son inquired again. "Ordered them!" I chirped triumphantly. "On their way." When I got a notice that the pants wouldn't be arriving until Monday, concert day, I still didn't panic. Surely they'd be here in the morning, Monday afternoon at the latest. I understood I was cutting it close but was strangely confident the fates would align. The concert wasn't until 7 p.m. after all. Plenty of time. At 3 p.m. Monday, my son arrived home from school. No pants. "They'll be here by 5 at the latest," I reassured him, although I had no idea if this was actually true. A small hiccup of panic was beginning to form. While he settled in on the couch to watch television, I surreptitiously called a customer service rep, explaining my conundrum, trying to track down the missing pants. Were they on a rogue van traveling around the other side of town? "It appears they haven't checked into the station yet," I was told. "It looks like they should arrive by tomorrow at the latest." It was all I could do not to reach through the phone and wrap a pair of pants around her neck. "Tomorrow won't work," I explained in a measured tone. "I need them for my son's Christmas concert. Tonight." "Ah, that might be a problem." I hung up the phone. "Everything all set with the pants?" my son called out from the living room. The stinker knew I'd been on the phone the whole time. "Um, not quite. I think I might need to run to the mall to pick you up a pair." "What?" He actually got up off the couch and came into the kitchen so I could witness his disbelief. Yes, I had let the ball drop. Somehow, even though I'd known since October that these pants were needed, I'd screwed up. "No big deal." I tried to shrug it off, fake a sense of calm. Everyone knows if you act calm in a hostile situation, things go more smoothly. I grabbed my keys, told him I'd be back within the hour, and scooted out the door. I tried to see the humor in the situation because isn't that what people are always telling you to do? Target was my first destination. I was pretty certain they had just the chinos I was looking for. My heart leaped when I saw a rack of tan and black chinos all lined up in a merry row. I scanned through the black ones quickly, but there didn't seem to be a size 12. That would be decidedly unfunny. But the black pants jumped from a size 10 to a size 14. Nothing in between. All the other uber-prepared mothers had already picked the rack clean. Not to worry — I was at the mall! I headed to another shop, a sure bet for my son's clothing in the past, but although there was a cornucopia of tan chinos, there was not a single pair of black. Meanwhile, stacks of black leggings were piled high in the girls' section, as if to taunt me. I won't lie: I considered my son in those leggings for a brief moment. Still, I wasn't overly discouraged. There was a department store, where I spied the boys' chinos straight away ‒ and they had black! Do you think they had a size 12, however? They did not. At this point, I might have been talking out loud to myself. Do you recall the scene from "Father of the Bride" where Steve Martin kind of loses it in the hot dog bun section? I held out the size 14, which looked enormous, and then the size 10. I tugged on the bottoms, trying to stretch them out, convincing myself they'd fit my kid. I mean, he's 11. Size 10 is awfully close. I'll spare you the details about the checkout experience, where there was only one register open with one salesperson and, naturally, a woman with an armful of returns right in front me. "Are you almost home?" my son texted me in line. "Almost," I lied. "Have 2B at school by 6," he texted, as if I needed reminding. "Not a problem!" I wrote back. The pants paid for, I hurried to the car and raced to get home. It was now 5:25. This time, the phone rang. It was my son calling. "Where are you?" I could sense the creeping panic in his voice. "Almost there. Just a few more minutes." I was about seven minutes away. "I'm gonna be late." "No you aren't." "Yes, I am." "Okay, see you soon." I might have hung up on him. When I walked into the house, he was standing in the hallway, waiting. Thankfully, he was already in his shirt ‒ and pantsless. I held my breath as he wiggled into the new pair. "They fit!" I exclaimed, giddy with relief. "They're a little short," he said, which, coming from my son at this moment, sounded like a huge compliment. "Not really," I reassured him. "Nothing a pair of black socks won't fix." "I'm in the front row." "Really?" I raced upstairs to find a pair of matching black socks, which is actually harder than it sounds. We got to the school at the nick of 6. When my husband climbed into the car, I tried to prepare him for what he might see. I could tell he was struggling not to laugh. "I'm sure it will all be fine. Thanks for handling it." I wanted to lean over and kiss him, but we were in a rush to get back to school for a coveted parking space. As I watched my son and his middle school classmates parade onto the risers for the show, I finally allowed myself to relax. He was chatting with the kid standing next to him, completely unfazed. My husband and I looked on with all the other proud parents as our little angels sang their hearts out. So what if his pants were a tad on the short side? On the ride home, we complimented him on a great job. I couldn't help but point out, though, that more than a few of his classmates were wearing jeans, even gray sweatpants. "Yeah, I know," he said. "My teacher said black pants, though." As if it were obvious that he was still in the right. My husband reached over and squeezed my hand, whether in solidarity or to keep me from screaming, I couldn't be sure. Good thing there wasn't a package waiting for us on the doorstep when we got home. Wendy Francis is the author of four novels, including The Summer of Good Intentions and the forthcoming Best Behavior, due out in May 2020. More reading:  |
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