June 13, 2008
The Death of My Favorite Pants
Generally speaking, I wear jeans or cords and a tee every day. My favorite pale blue cords have slowly been fading away. But they fit so well, I didn't mind. They're the perfect size 2, hit right at the ankle, look great with boots or clogs.
Today, I had them on with a blue and purple t-shirt. Out and about to do errands, never noticing that there was a rip along the zipper line. Well, he noticed when I came home. And there is this unspoken rule in our house (or maybe it's not unspoken): when my clothes spring leaks—when the fishnets rip, when the t-shirts start to fray—they become fair game. In a word: shredable. (Okay, apparently that is not a word. I looked it up. But it ought to be a word, and the definition would be "Ready or able to be shredded.")
Oh, my poor blue cords.
I will mourn for you.