One of the great things about my new job is that I can wear pretty much whatever I want. Therefore, I wear jeans most days. Trouble is, I have two pairs of jeans that actually fit. I was not wearing one of those pairs yesterday.
I was walking down the hallway, my jeans clinging only slightly to my hips, therefore being a little longer than I’m used to. I took a step forward and nearly tripped over my jeans. I had I succeeded, my jeans would have slid down my legs in a heartbeat. I probably would have laughed about it in 20 years.
My only saving grace would have been that I took a little girl’s advice: “If your pants are going to fall down you should be wearing pretty panties.” Thanks, Julia.
I’ve been hitting the clearance racks everywhere I can think of to pick up some tops. I can never find pants I like, but tonight I struck gold at Target and bought two pairs of cargo pants that fit. In the Misses section.
Despite my finds, I’m going to break out the sewing machine this weekend and dart some pants and shorts and try to extend their lives just a little longer so I don’t have to buy clothes for a while.
I hope I don’t have to go buy thread…
Sha-rone?! what are you doing?! Woman- I found you while reading others blogs…I sent a Christmas card to you at HFBC…not knowing you were long gone. So, how in the world are ya?!
Tag honey, you are it.