Seriously? How could this happen to my favorite pair of jeans? It is time to say goodbye to a much loved pair of pants. And I can't just cut them up and call it good. They need a loving tribute. I'm not completely sure how long these pants have been with me, but I do know I have had them through two pregnancies. That is how they got elevated to "favorite pair."
Well, to start at the beginning I will tell you how we met. I hate pant shopping. As a matter of fact, nine times out of ten when I go shopping for pants, I come home with anything but pants. Three shirts, a pair of shoes, a purse, but not usually pants. It has to do with height issues. Some times I'm considered petite, other times I'm on the short end of average. Then there is the average shortie. Or whatever. But I found these lovely pair of jeans one Spring day in Macy's. Okay, I'm not sure about spring, but I am sure about Macy's. I was browsing the sale rack even (another reason why they got the elevated favorite pair status.) They were cute, but if you have ever looked for pants on the sale rack, you know that it is like 30 shirts to every single pair of pants. And the chance of the pants being your size? Not good. So I looked, but wasn't counting on them being my size. But they were, even the smaller of my sizes. On sale, my size AND as I looked closer Tommy Hilfiger! I am so not trendy clothing wise, but in this case, I could flash the label if I needed. And, as was the trend a few years ago, these pants weren't descecrated with gaudy embroidery.
Still these pants had a little work to do before becoming the love of my life. So, how did they do it? I was able to wear these pants while pregant! Twice! The first time I got to about month six before I couldn't wear them. And the second pregancy I made it to month five. Both times, after pregnancy, they were the first pair of pants I could get back into. Oh happy day! Strangely, these pants I could also pull on and off without unbuttoning whenever I was in shape. So they made me smile.
Now, some of you who don't know better (i.e. men), might think that when the favorite pair wears out, the second favorite becomes the fav. Au contraire, mon frere. Just like we hope the vice president never becomes the president, because we didn't vote for him, the second cannot become the first and the first cannot become the second. Besides, pair two is wearing out too.
So, I will now bid adieu to my favorite pair of Cowboy fit pants. I will try to use them in a denim quilt, but they must now go like a lamb to the slaughter (my sheers.) I will soon be shopping for new pants if anyone cares to go with me. It is quite the process, but usually involved lunch out! Feel free to share your stories also. I know I am not alone.
