You guys. I have a huge, huge, huge, really big problem. My favorite jammie pants have a hole in the crotch.
I first received these pants as a gift for Christmas 2005. Or it could have been 2004. I know it was definitely not earlier than 2003 because I remember opening them in the living room of the house I bought in August of that year. I know it couldn’t have been 2006 because I wore them while I was ridiculously pregnant and that was Christmas 2006.
Let me clear up a few things that I’m sure you’re thinking about. First, do NOT point out that pants I have had for nearly a decade have lived a good life and therefore it may be time to let them go. I do not want to let them go. I told you, they are my favorite.
Do not point out that a pair of jammie pants that fit me during the largest point of my pregnancy (my kid was born a week after Christmas) might not be the best look for me. I wore them when my weight was in the 120s, I wore them in the 160s. I’ve worn them at every weight in between. They are my favorite and they happen to be quite flattering.
Do not point out that pale purple with pastel polka dots and a flip-up cuff with corresponding teal/white polka dots isn’t really a mature pattern for a grown woman such as myself. To that I will simply point out that you’re probably just jealous of my amazing pants.
And don’t you dare suggest that a crotch-run in my favorite jammies could potentially be from the fact that the crotch hangs (because of the size) and could have just been worn away by my 160-pound thighs rubbing together. Don’t point out the bottoms have frayed because at five feet tall, these pants are also too long and sometimes the fancy cuff falls down.
Do not point out that the bottom of the frayed cuff that is now somewhat stained from dragging on the ground when I’ve worn them outside (to walk the dog or get the mail or take out the garbage, not like to Target or anything) and that these stains are unsightly. These things happen.
I have other jammie pants. I have the red plaid that actually fit. I have the blue plaid that are super comfy, if not a touch too thin for those chilly nights when I refuse to turn the heat up higher than sixty degrees. I’m a jammie recycler and three pair really is enough. Two pair might be too few though, so the demise of my favorite pair is even more painful. No, I can’t simply buy another pair. Sheesh.
I love those pants. They have a pocket in the back. I can put my phone in there. They are the only jammie pants I own with a pocket to put my phone in and I need to put my phone in my pocket so I don’t lose it. If I throw out those pants, all of social media may crumble because I can’t find my phone.
So you see, my ugly, ripped, stained, excessively large pants are really saving the universe. I’ll bet you’re really sad about them now, too.
This is NaBloPoMo Day 18.