A few days ago, determined that I would NOT leave the mall until I found a pair of pants that fit me, the unthinkable happened:
I found pants! Two pairs! That fit! And they were marked down to $20 each!
And the clouds shifted, and the sun shone, and choirs of angels sang...
Sadly, none of the other 23 pairs I tried on in three different stores were quite right. I simply cannot get used to this low-waist thing. When I said as much, the middle daughter embarked upon yet another lecture on how "Mom, what you call your waist isn't really your waist anymore..."
Well yes, it is. "They" simply cannot decide that the waist on the human form isn't the waist anymore. That would be like "them" deciding that the thing on the end of your arm? The thing with the fingers? We're going to call that the foot now. Get with the times, would you? No.
So regardless of current fashion, my waist is still my waist. Thus endeth the lesson.
Then went looking for shoes and saw the cutest little apple-green purse in the shoe store, but would not allow myself to indulge, as I felt it was inherently wrong to buy a purse in the shoe store if I was not also buying shoes. (couldn't find any I liked) Had I found shoes, I would have bought the purse. I'm just weird that way.
We're painting the little one's room this weekend. Looking at the pile - and by pile I mean HEAP - of books/toys/furniture/stuff now sitting in the living room, the dining room, the kitchen and on the porch - I have decided that engineers from around the world should come here and study just how it is that we normally manage to fit it all in a 10 x 10 room.
Thanks to all who played along with the previous thread, and to those who linked back. It ain't easy being Suzy Mary Sunshine, but hey, we can at least try, right?
And tomorrow I'm going to wear my Pants! Because they Fit!
Someone gave me a pair of hiphuggers - low-slung jeans - and I am in love. For me, it's a comfort thang related to my belly issues. There's nothing pressing on my stomach, which feels so much better. I just make sure I wear shirts that cover so no one is seeing my bloomers when I bend or squat...or walk ;)
Posted by: AGK | February 27, 2005 at 05:30 AM
I too have found that ever since the low-rise jeans became the norm, it has been a chore to find pants. For my young, gymnastic, svelte daughter...fine! For her older, chunky, couch potato Mom...Not so good!
I just keep hoping someday, regular pants will come back into our lives! And we will be allowed to reclaim our waistlines!
Posted by: Wendi | February 27, 2005 at 07:49 AM