When Sarah is having a bad day, she tends to take it out on her pants. She’ll give me a call at some point during the day and inform me that we.must.go.shopping because her pants are too big/too small/too ugly/make her feel fat/offensive to her co-workers.
And then I ask what’s really wrong, and try to get her to not buy new pants.
This post is not about me taking my day out on my pants. I’m having a fine day. I mean, I’m at work, so that automatically eliminates the possibility of having a GREAT day, but it’s just fine.
Except for my pants. Really.
See, for the last few months, I have been wearing my RightFit Jeans, or skirts (or yoga pants, if I’m at home). Today is the first day in months that I have worn pants other than those jeans, and I have to say…I don’t like it.
They bind. They don’t fit in the right places. They are digging into my gut. I feel like I’m flashing my butt crack to the rest of my office.
I hate them. I’m not sure how I am going to be able to wear clothes to work until Lane Bryant comes out with the RightFit in other kinds of pants. For now, I am spoiled from other pants.