Fancy Pants - May 5, 2018
It started innocently enough. When our son Tom came back from volunteering in Africa, he brought back some wildly colourful pants that he could not easily wear in Canada. I fell in love with them and he gave them to me.
One thing led to another and soon I was raiding Value Village for more and more pairs of “vibrant” pants – and brightly coloured tops to go with them. I’m a tad addictive… My nickname in Arizona was “Fancy Pants!”
If you know anything about me, you’ll know that I normally hate to shop so I wore these same pants for some ten years until I started wearing out the seat of some of them. I even had a pair or two patched, but all good things much come to an end – including beloved clothing.
And then for reasons unknown to me, I picked up a few pairs of bland summer pants and some dull tops to go with them. About a size too big because I don’t like the feel of tight clothing and I’m a little self conscious about my body size.
The other day my spouse mentioned to me that he doesn’t understand why I dress in neutral baggy clothing. And I confess, I miss the crazy colours. So off I went to the GT Boutique (Giant Tiger.) I picked up two pairs of wild pants that are very tight fitting.
But I expect I crossed that line from looking like an animated senior to someone who has well and truly “lost it.” Laur knows to be sensitive around such things and when I asked what he thought he said, “Um… Perhaps those are pants you could wear in Arizona…”
Brave man, my hubs.
One thing led to another and soon I was raiding Value Village for more and more pairs of “vibrant” pants – and brightly coloured tops to go with them. I’m a tad addictive… My nickname in Arizona was “Fancy Pants!”
If you know anything about me, you’ll know that I normally hate to shop so I wore these same pants for some ten years until I started wearing out the seat of some of them. I even had a pair or two patched, but all good things much come to an end – including beloved clothing.
And then for reasons unknown to me, I picked up a few pairs of bland summer pants and some dull tops to go with them. About a size too big because I don’t like the feel of tight clothing and I’m a little self conscious about my body size.
The other day my spouse mentioned to me that he doesn’t understand why I dress in neutral baggy clothing. And I confess, I miss the crazy colours. So off I went to the GT Boutique (Giant Tiger.) I picked up two pairs of wild pants that are very tight fitting.
But I expect I crossed that line from looking like an animated senior to someone who has well and truly “lost it.” Laur knows to be sensitive around such things and when I asked what he thought he said, “Um… Perhaps those are pants you could wear in Arizona…”
Brave man, my hubs.