Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I Can't Quit You.

I'm extremely loyal to my sweatpants. I've been wearing the same pair forever and they stopped looking like pants about three years ago. Stretched, incredibly baggy, and ripped in some places, it basically looks like I've wrapped some sort of weird blanket around my legs. All of the elastic from the waist passed away long ago, so they hang somewhere around the middle of my thigh. I like to feel like I'm wearing something around my waist so I usually wear basketball shorts under them. This has become necessary. The fabric is so soft from wear that it's a cross between a baby duck and a baby human. I pet them every time I put them on. Fresh from the dryer is the moment they shine. They almost actually resemble pants when they've had a chance to heat up and regroup. But 10 minutes into a wear, it's back to the MC Hammer leg Snuggie that they are. 

I was wearing them this morning while vacuuming and they fell to the ground. I hate turning the vacuum on and off  (I'm really sound sensitive) so I just finished with my pants around my feet. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror, looked at the bundled ball of the world's most comforting cotton chillin' at my ankles, and realized I might have to give these guys up.  It broke my heart.

I recently bought a new pair and it was a very big deal for me. I've slowly been breaking them in, but I know where my loyalties lie.

1 comment:

MFB said...

... yeah, around your ankles.


PS "a cross between a baby duck and a baby human" may be one of my favorite concepts of which you've ever conceived.

(let's call them DUCKS.)