Much to Jordan’s dismay, I went out and bought a pair of long, ripped up, denim shorts. I loved them and when I tried them on at home, he looked at them and cringed as if to say, “oh hell no”…

What?… I really liked them and made the executive decision to go ahead and purchase these tattered beauties as one of my staple pieces of clothing during our stay in Mexico (where I am right now, as you read this. ha ha don’t hate me), so he better get used to them.

Perhaps a bit manly-ish, but totally necessary for my comfort and the fact that I just don’t do short shorts, I think I will grow to love these puppies.

I modeled the outfit again. This time I paired the shorts with a navy blazer, some wedges and Jordan freaked. Too much masculine happening within my ensemble… again, I loved it.

Then I tested the outfit out one last time… I put on a rather revealing, low cut shirt under the blazer and remodeled the outfit for Jordan. “Yeah, I guess that looks good.”

Success.