Problem: sometimes I like to wear pants. Like when it's cold outside. Or when I want to blend in and look like a normal person. These objectives are becoming increasingly difficult to meet. Every viable pair of pants I own has started to initiate self destruct sequences.
Case in point. Yesterday morning I was wearing some brown corduroys that I bought at Ross just a few months ago. These had already begun to fall apart, as one of the belt loops got ripped out, but they were still wearable because I could just wear a long shirt to cover the hole. I took off the pants just before work and changed into a skirt. This morning I wanted to wear the corduroys again because I was feeling a little chilly. I put them on and attempted to button them, only to find that the button was no longer attached. In fact, it appeared to have gone on a leave of absence and was nowhere to be seen. These are pants that I had to unbutton to take off yesterday, and they hadn't been messed with since. They had a heavy duty blue-jean-like metal button closure, not some wimpy barely-tied-with-string number. What the hell?
The other pairs of pants are disintegrating with less mystery. They are becoming worn in the upper thighal region...In fact three pairs have already worn visible holes in exactly that location since last summer. The last pair bears material that is woefully threadbare.
Theory: maybe I am just not meant to wear pants anymore. I went to Ross on Tuesday intending to buy a pair of jeans and discovered that this particular Ross no longer sells petite pants. Should I just give up now?
I can certainly use some more Simplicity-5914-View-D-Skirts. Plus trips to Hobby Lobby are always welcome and are never attended with shameful glances into criminal fluorescent dressing room mirrors.
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