Shallow, Clothes-Oriented Post

I'm wearing my Western pants today (which, oddly enough, I wore last New Year's Eve as well--I remember changing into them after I got home from the train). I bought these pants last Christmas in Sedona, Arizona--they're light brown suede and VERY high-rise. Like, I have a hard time breathing in them because they go well past my waist over my stomach when I'm sitting. I wish I could cut off the rise--I personally love (reasonably) low-rise pants because they emphasize my hips. Whereas high-rise pants emphasize my waist, and I'm short enough that my body line doesn't need to be broken up like that, it just looks chunky.

I wonder if I could have them altered--do suede specialist alter ready-made garments?

Thoughts on Monaco

Monaco is one square mile. That's, like, smaller than a college campus. That's tiny. How come they get to be their own country? I don't understand why some other country didn't snap them up in the Middle Ages--are they completely impregnable (insert your favorite Princess Stephanie joke here) the way Gibraltar is?

And it's just a marvel of genetics how staggeringly good-looking their royal family is. All that lustrous dark hair and long legs and dark eyes and full lips. It's insane.

I wonder if Prince Rainier stands up there in his palace late at night looking down at the lights and giggling to himself, "My very own principality, hee hee hee" and clapping his hands?