To have a plan where I'm beltless, but still demure?
Realizing this plan is like catching a unicorn. It could happen but I would have a plan B.
But then I am not waist-to-hip privileged. Thankfully most of my skirts allow me to ignore this and still be beltless.
Man, belts aren't even enough, sometimes. Denim, doubled over at the waist line, it doesn't want to cinch.
Experiments in pattern combos will have to wait, today is pink gingham shirt and black pants, because I have to go directly from one job to the other and the other has a dark-pants-and-uniform shirt dress code.
And I am beltless. These pants don't have belt loops, but they do have elastic in the back which makes them, well, definitely not young, but they do fit me.
On our trip to PR, my mother came up with the bright idea to get my father some pants with an elastic waist for their trip to Italy, so he doesn't have to deal with a belt at the airport. But then she said, "Or maybe like sweatpants...?" I put the kibosh right on that one! There is a long way to go between nice khakis with a belt and sweatpants! We have a high family standard of dress, Alzheimer's or no.
Oh, good. I was worried there for a bit.
Whew! I had to make adjustments to my outfit without nattering about it! Added a cardigan to avoid looking too much like I was ready to take someone's order for chicken-fried steak.
Jesse, Sansabelt.