How I wore it: inexcusable?

Hello, all! Today I had a dentist appointment scheduled and so I left the shelter of my house and braved the windy streets of Boston only to have someone come at my mouth with a sharp instrument. Yay! Because of my compelling need to have strange doctors think that I'm a respectable citizen (especially if they're wielding the aforementioned sharp instruments), I decided to dress classily. I may have ruined the whole thing, though:

Although you can't tell, these oddly flared pants (they were marketed as wide-legged, but I don't think that's a viable categorization) are actually pinstriped, not solid grey. I'm a sucker for pinstripes, so I was happy to pull on these pants; they are also the exact same pants that I couldn't fit into almost two months ago. So I was super-happy when I was pulled them on again, because I like showing my clothes who's boss. And I didn't give up delicious gummi candy (I fell off the wagon yesterday, though) for the results not to show, dammit.

However, um, there's one problem with these pants. THEY'RE TOO DAMN SHORT. I know, right? I mean, I tried to mitigate the craziness of this by wearing my tall black boots underneath them, but I think I made it worse, with the flared leg flapping merrily in the breeze AT MY ANKLE. When I bought these pants, I shopped pretty regularly at the Gap and I noticed that their regular-length pants were usually too long on me (as you know, I rarely wear heels), so I started actively looking for ankle-length. But I'm also five-eight, y'know? So that might not have been the best strategy.

That being said, what's the solution? These trousers are certainly in good shape still, so I'm not gonna toss them or donate them - I still love 'em! And I would never have really noticed a problem if it weren't for my constant perusal of fashion blogs! I mean, a couple of years ago, when I bought these pants, I didn't really care if they didn't look "right." Now ... I'm a little embarrassed photographing and exposing them for y'all, but I still wore them (and rocked them) all day today and no one threw a snowball at my head for violating inappropriate pant-length rules, either, you see? I guess what I'm saying is - does it really matter all the time? It's just a couple of centimeters in the end. I still like the pants, and even how they look on me, even if I know I "shouldn't." Does anyone else ever get this feeling?

Anyway, the new dentist was a sweetie, but I'll need to go back next week and two weeks after that for some cavity filling. My teeth are sparkly clean, but I'm still a little sore.

Seriously, can't modern science come up with anything less medieval than a metal hook for dentists?!

Black shirt: Tony's, a boutique in Old City Philly, remixed
Pinstriped pants: Gap
Black boots: Aerosoles, remixed