I found these Eberjey tap pants (I'm obsessed with the term "tap pants" and would have bought them even if they were polyester and screenprinted with portraits of high-level Iraqi insurgents, just for the name) for half price at Nordstrom the other day, and they are so cute I'm considering wearing them to my first day of winter term. Just them. Because I believe the saying goes, "Tap pants are way better than real pants." Or something like that.
This isn't really the best picture, since the odd lighting and camera flash and shag carpet background kind of make it look like I'm forcing my innocent tap pants to pose while I stroke my thick red 1970's mustache and say, "Yes. That's good. You're so pretty, tap pants."
I have to go apologize to them now.