I first learned of the Palazzo pant from Mama Mai. I remember being 8 years old, and watching her cut these crazy, black, accordian-creased like pants with huge kitchen shears, then tucking them a quarter inch under for a quick hemline through her Singer machine. When she was done, she dusted them off, stood up and slid her legs thru the wide elastic band to try them on. "Dep qua huh con?" ("Aren't they pretty honey?" in Vietnamese.) Mommy buy on sale at Cache. Da rich lady dey wear it.
I wasn't quite sure what to make of these "elephant" pants Mama Mai had on, but one thing was for sure. She looked fancy.
Since then I've known that women of all sizes can pimp the Palazzo's. They have a glamourous way of owning the atmosphere around you. You'll hear some say women under the height of 5'6 shouldn't come near the billowy gone-with-the-wind wardrobe. Oh contraire friend. Mama Mai and I share a sweet spot between 5'1 and 5'3, and we're gliding like gazelles with this one.
So, I decided to pack Mama Mai's pants (yes, I stole ‘em), and take ‘em with me on my trip thru Italy.
These past few days we spent in Positano, I have found it to be one of the most romantic towns on the coast. Mainly because no matter where you look, there is an unstoppable view of charm as far as the eye can see. Tonight we did one of Mai favorite things- a "tipsy tasting." I (try* to) do this often with Freddy. It’s where we select a few different places to eat the best recommended dishes or drinks, rather than just having one meal at one restaurant.
Our first stop was at a new spot that just opened up called Franco's Bar. This gorgeous slice of heaven sits beside La Sirenusel, and is the only joint in all of Postiano known only to serve drinks.
When you see the menu full of exotic sips like the Hemingway Daiquiri and Freddy's fave, the draught Bavarian wheat beer, you learn this place need not distract you from having one of the best views in the city. Not only speaking of the horizon of land and sea, but also the glamourous, chic, yet modern design from hotel owners Antonio and Carla Sersale. It's kind of like a Baroque Italian courtyard, with an insanely unforgettable fountain by Roman artist Ducrot. My friend Bart describes this killer color, "Colman's mustard."
Next stop is the breathtaking Il San Pietro Hotel. I am amazed by this luxurious masterpiece, and knew that Mama Mai would be proud if I brought her power pants here.
You know it's a good night when your phone is outta battery from taking so many pics, and your mom says "Wow huh, you making my pants look expensip."
Special shout out to the most patient man in the world. I owe you big time tonight.
Top - La Perla lace tank
Brassiere - Calvin Klein
TIP: For you petites out there, pair the pants with slim or cropped top that reveals a shape for for waist and torso. This creates a balanced look and allows your Giselle legs to be the feature focus.
*Key word- “try”. As much fun as drinking and eating at numerous places can be, there is one major caveat to making it successful: Your man cannot be starving to start. There’s no such thing as a “wetting” of the palette for hungry dudes. I’ve known break ups to happen from this.