Choices

As I ponder the state of my affairs, which are quite dull at this point in the season, I find the need to dress fashionably required less each day. As I have settled into the quiet days of gloom and limited sunshine, I gravitate to things that bring a sense of warmth and security. Items in the wardrobe that have been hidden and see the light of day, little, Sweat pants. Need I say more. How more unattractive can a pant be. It is less flattering piece of clothing than anything I own. It has earned the blue ribbon distinction of "what not to wear...EVER!" Especially for woman. I think men can pull of the sweat pant a little more dignified, especially if they are tall and the keep the waist where they were designed to be. (That's why the call it the waist, people!) There are some sweats the offer the sign of the swoosh that say "I am athletic" and then the X -looking symbol that means the owner has paid way more than a pair of sweats should cost because they feel trendy and cool (or is it hot?) while sporting the symbol. And of course lets not forget the brand that screams "we are all champions". Yea, guys can pull it off without looking like frumps.
I guess maybe if I went to Victoria Secret to purchase mine I could have a pair that scream out "PINK". But none the less, I would still look like I was ready for slumber, resemble the shape of a tomato, and have the "take me to Walmart" glow . You might be asking yourself by now..."then why does she wear them anyway?". The answer is easy. For everything they are not as far as fashion is concerned they make up for in COMFORT. Pure ole, unadulterated comfort. The kind that makes you say to yourself.....ahhhh...yea. No wedgie from the jeans that hike up to the north pole, no waist band that binds, not even a tug around the knee when you get on the floor to clean up the Sophie drool. No thought of "Wow, that dryer must've been hot and shrunk my pants", no "What the heck happened to these since the last time I wore them!" Not even the thought of "Hey, I better walk away and not eat another girl scout cookie". I guess I am working my way to the real issue of the dreaded sweat pant. As I write this I am eying the clock , counting the minutes until I must slide from the comforts of the light green cotton fabric, leaving behind the feeling of "all is well "..."I'm okay, you're okay"..." and face the reality of suck it up and suck it in! It time to break the jeans out of the dryer, and make myself presentable to the world that waits.
It's best that spring come soon, so that I can stop the madness of being torn between two worlds. That of a an old woman who could live in a shoe wearing her sweatpants and caring for her brood. And the other of the woman who wants to live in the world embracing some sense of fashion and culture . To keep her continued quest for clothing with zippers, curves, something that might enhance and flatter, sporting bobbles that in some way indicate to those that question that a Diva resides within.
So to the dryer I go. Wish me luck!