I swear that Crissy is a pants whisperer! She took one look at my ample derrière, nodded and said ‘Blue!’, and took off to the huge rack of black dress pants. She brought back the perfect pair of pants that not only fit my hips but also didn’t gap at my(may I say???) tiny waist. And, in a size two sizes smaller than I would have chosen for myself?! I could have kissed her! Instead I bought two pairs… and got her name for you.