It's one of those days - you've woken up feeling fresh and energized, the sun is warm, but a perfectly soft breeze is blowing, your coffee was made perfectly, and someone complimented your hair, and you decide it's a beautiful day to go west and hit some opp shops, so you jump in the car and put on your 'slow dad' playlist, full of Bob Dylan, Otis Redding, Wings, JJ Cale, Pink Floyd, you know, all the groovy old tracks your dad loves and you're singing along, feeling lightly buzzed from your coffee, not too jacked, just perfectly awake and vibrant, and you get a park, no worries, and you wander in and say g'day and start the hustle that is slicing through racks of secondhand, preloved wares, and you're finding some cute pieces made from cotton, wool, linen, silk, old Australian brands when they were still producing here in Aus, and as you're looking, you notice a dark chocolate print popping out, and you pick it up, and cannot believe the weight and drape to these unlabeled vintage pants so, you take them straight to the fitting room to try them on, and cannot believe the rise - below the belly button just how you like, and you cannot believe that these are perfectly fitted to your bum and thighs, and then fall into this incredible subtle flare with this huge cuff that makes you feel like these gotta be handmade from the '70s, and you look at your butt and see Fabergé pockets, and you look at the price tag and see $6, and you know in your heart and soul that you have just stumbled upon the perfect pair of vintage pants.