It’s 1903. The heroine of my new historical romance, The Art of Love, has been invited on a mysterious outing, and after telling the hero she doesn’t own any trousers, he has a pair sent to her. No big deal today, right? We’d just slip on our most comfortable pants (Mom jeans, anyone?) and head out the door. But back at the turn of the twentieth century it was practically unthinkable for women to wear pants. Evidence from ancient Greek pottery shows that at least some women wore them (okay, ... VIEW POST