Capris, Ankles, Knees and Toes

After a day of back and forth, or was it over several days?, who can remember! Anyhow, after much back and forth about capri vs ankle pants over the messenger with my Kansas bestie, it started me thinking, when did I get so opinionated about pants? Certainly I have owned and still do *gasp* a pair of capris myself, that I wear when everything else I feel like wearing is dirty. I seem to remember capris making a solid comeback that wasn’t even tied to riding a bike.


Three cheers for those who remember their original name, the Pedal Pusher! I know because my grandmother told me it long ago and she was to me the most fashion knowledgeable woman in my youth. I most remember her wearing pulled together outfits that included polyester pants, but her clothes were so perfectly tailored because she was an amazing seamstress.

Back to the rise of the capri. For me, the capri made its arrival on the scene when I was working in a large firm. Even in a fun environment, wearing shorts in a sizeable office was frowned upon. Capri became that other bottom garment to mix up the workweek and especially site visit friendly vs a skirt.

I never really questioned that the capri ended at the top of my calf and made the bottom of my leg look like a tree stump. That it looked dated and a little grandmotherly, like a swimsuit with a skirt attached to it. I accepted the capri as a staple in my wardrobe. Probably there were some fashionistas in the office that didn’t give into the draw of the capri, but they were on the fringe, the capri was queen come Spring.


Butterick even brought it back as an anniversary pattern. Love the high waist droopy crotch addition.

Then something happened. I left the office. Became a mom. Started working out like a mad woman, living in things called….YOGA pants, although I never attended a yoga class in my life. (Capri yoga pants. Yes, guilty as charged.)  Then on to workout shorts and into the other most hotly debated garment of the bottom region – the legging! But that’s for a different post entirely. I’m still collecting footage of leggings in the wild.

Finally, I returned to the world of non workout fashion, thank you Stitch Fix and awesome friends willing to give honest opinions about clothes and most of all…the rise of a new pant length. The new holy grail of pants for this “just a little too long inseam for regular pants” legged gal : The Ankle Pant!


Look at those Ankles! Something for everyone – patterns, denim (vest), and even some animal pumps to rival the chevette covers of my youth.

What? Is it possible some have not heard of this amazing pant? It is like the big sister to the capri pant. I think, while the Capri was busy playing cat’s cradle, her fashionable older sister Ankle made her move.  It is so fantastic. It is a full length pant, well almost. Still a bit of skin showing there at the ankle bone. Could even threaten to tread on the capri’s territory, the lower calf, but it wouldn’t be as uncouth as to go more than a couple inches up. Still making our legs look long and lean. Ankle pants work with ankle booties, flats, sandals, flip flops. Maybe even full height boots if you’re going for the equestrian look. In my book the Ankle pant is tops! I’m wearing a pair right now.

So what do you think? Am I crazy and Capris are the cat’s meow? Maybe there’s an undercurrent out there that thinks the Ankle pant looks a little too much like Talbot’s poster child, but regardless, I’m staying strong. It completely solves the high-water stigma in a fashionable way. I say – Ankle for the Win!!

Happy Friday!!

Shasta Dam and Pizza Corners

Heading in

Saturday we decided to venture to the Shasta Dam. Despite our early waking family, John has become a sleep in type of kid and true to form we didn’t get out of the house early enough for the first Dam tour. They’re very serious about the 20-30 minutes early arrival time, since you get your tickets at the visitor’s center and then make your way to the start of the tour on the top of the dam. 

Probably for the best anyhow as the boys were full of energy and I can imagine an hour long tour inside a dam might have done us all in. We were still able to walk across the dam, frighten ourselves while the boys flirted with trying to fall through the guardrails and enjoy the beauty that is Shasta Lake and Mt. Shasta.

visitors center

Always time for stretching. Check out this curved window!!

touched it

Oddly enough I was just telling Jason last Thursday how the unclear water of the lake and gooey lake bottoms really aren’t to my liking, but something about seeing Shasta Lake once again, nearly full, was so different. The dam is also the start of the Redding Marathon (relay) we ran in this past January. That day it was cold, raining and I was sick. It was no time for viewing the majesty of the lake, mountain or the dam, but Saturday was different.


Mt Shasta behind Shasta Lake.

I was humbled at the beauty and amazing ingenuity of the human mind and body. I can’t say when or if we’ll be back for the full dam tour, but I highly suggest a morning at top.

Much later (four stops, many miles and weekly grocery getting later), we made it home and I made my weekly homemade pizza. Like the bread, we’ve been making pizza for nearly as long. Although, we tend to go in remission when we find a good pizza joint that’s kid friendly. All these years, we’ve thought it was oil that made the commercial pizza dough so easy to flatten.

In college, I once purchased pizza dough from a local establishment in Scottsdale and was surprised at it’s flexibility. Something I have yet to be able to make happen with my own dough. My attempts have been reasonably thin crust pizza and usually include a good amount of oil in the recipe, but it is just hard to get a true thin crust pizza by hand at home. 


Another recipe courtesy of Hubby’s coworker. 4 cups flour, 1.5 cups water, 1/2 cup starter, 1 T salt. Let rest for a couple hours. Bake at 500 degrees – 5 min for crust only + 10-15 minutes with toppings, depending on how done you like your cheese. Makes Four – 10″ pizzas.

Until now. SOURDOUGH!!! Turns out it is the yeast in the sourdough breaking down of the gluten that makes the dough so pliable. Not to mention there’s no oil in the recipe. Water, flour and salt once again. And there we have it, we’ve turned the thin crust pizza corner!