Swish, swish, swash, they say, as I cruise down the hall to retrieve a book from my bedside table. Swash, swash, swish, they say, as I amble down the street.
Unlike some of their confreres, these trousers work as well on long walks as they do in interminable writing sessions. And unlike the tights and leggings I wear, these are presentable for running errands.
There's gonna be a whole lotta swish-swashing going on.
(This is large wale, mine is small.)