What a 180 from how I felt yesterday.
My lacrosse team is falling apart, I'm nearing 33 weeks of pregnancy and my shirts were starting to bear my midriff. Today, I got to hear my baby's heart beating at a chill rate of 140bpm, I got a 6+ shirts and a few tanks, a diap bag and A PAIR OF WHITE JEANS from the Gap Outlet at 15th and Walnut and stopped by Lush on my way back out.
In retrospect, I think the funk that I've been in all week (aside from getting my ass handed to me at work) was because I haven't worn my white jeans for about eight months. In the summer of 2003, I bought a pair of white jeans. I was warned that I wouldn't be able to wear them much longer as Labor Day was approaching. I flicked my fingers across my chin to the critics and wore those pups ALL WINTER LONG and pretty much twice a week until a wore a hole in the crotch (and shhhhh, a little longer than I should have after that. What can I say? I ooze class.)
From time to time I remember the assignment that middle school teachers dish out to their students- the Day in the Life Of an inanimate object, usually a pencil or a shoe. This helps students explore personification (and if you really want to talk about a life lesson- putting the the writer in someone else's shoes.) If I were to write a Day in the Life Of about these pants- it would go a little something like this:
I WISH THIS LADY WASN'T SUCH A SLOB- QUIT IT WITH THE BLEACH, HOMEGIRL.
They were my go-to-sexy-time pants. They matched EVERYTHING. They were the perfect length. I have the long leg, tall girl disease so most pants are at that annoying-don't-fit-length but these cut off right above the ankle. Although I couldn't wear them with heels- they looked perfect with my go-to footwear- the flip flop.
I was devastated when I had to retire them- I didn't even throw them away for a month or two after I made the decision I couldn't wear them any more. Of course, I was TRILLED to find in 2007 when Target came out with Old Navy's 2003 line and called it their Converse line. I bought a new pair. And then another. With two, I could rotate them in the wash rather than run around the house in my underwear (did I mention that I was on a strict thong-only undies phase from 1999 until 2007? There I go again with the class...) waiting for them to come out of the dryer.
I was in the Gap Outlet this morning after dropping Todd off at 30th Street for his trek to DC for his first marathon tomorrow- and saw them: white maternity jeans. I always cringe whenever I look at the price tag at jeans in the Gap- but yesterday I was in such a mood that I would've been happy to name Fancy Pants after whoever would pull me out of it. I had a 30% off coup so it eased his pain.
Twelve hours later and I'm feeling great. I'm certain it's the white jeans.
Riggings Swayze Kurpel it is!
My lacrosse team is falling apart, I'm nearing 33 weeks of pregnancy and my shirts were starting to bear my midriff. Today, I got to hear my baby's heart beating at a chill rate of 140bpm, I got a 6+ shirts and a few tanks, a diap bag and A PAIR OF WHITE JEANS from the Gap Outlet at 15th and Walnut and stopped by Lush on my way back out.
In retrospect, I think the funk that I've been in all week (aside from getting my ass handed to me at work) was because I haven't worn my white jeans for about eight months. In the summer of 2003, I bought a pair of white jeans. I was warned that I wouldn't be able to wear them much longer as Labor Day was approaching. I flicked my fingers across my chin to the critics and wore those pups ALL WINTER LONG and pretty much twice a week until a wore a hole in the crotch (and shhhhh, a little longer than I should have after that. What can I say? I ooze class.)
From time to time I remember the assignment that middle school teachers dish out to their students- the Day in the Life Of an inanimate object, usually a pencil or a shoe. This helps students explore personification (and if you really want to talk about a life lesson- putting the the writer in someone else's shoes.) If I were to write a Day in the Life Of about these pants- it would go a little something like this:
I WISH THIS LADY WASN'T SUCH A SLOB- QUIT IT WITH THE BLEACH, HOMEGIRL.
They were my go-to-sexy-time pants. They matched EVERYTHING. They were the perfect length. I have the long leg, tall girl disease so most pants are at that annoying-don't-fit-length but these cut off right above the ankle. Although I couldn't wear them with heels- they looked perfect with my go-to footwear- the flip flop.
I felt like Baby in them.
I was devastated when I had to retire them- I didn't even throw them away for a month or two after I made the decision I couldn't wear them any more. Of course, I was TRILLED to find in 2007 when Target came out with Old Navy's 2003 line and called it their Converse line. I bought a new pair. And then another. With two, I could rotate them in the wash rather than run around the house in my underwear (did I mention that I was on a strict thong-only undies phase from 1999 until 2007? There I go again with the class...) waiting for them to come out of the dryer.
I was in the Gap Outlet this morning after dropping Todd off at 30th Street for his trek to DC for his first marathon tomorrow- and saw them: white maternity jeans. I always cringe whenever I look at the price tag at jeans in the Gap- but yesterday I was in such a mood that I would've been happy to name Fancy Pants after whoever would pull me out of it. I had a 30% off coup so it eased his pain.
Twelve hours later and I'm feeling great. I'm certain it's the white jeans.
Riggings Swayze Kurpel it is!
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