by Mama Mabel
I'm not a skirt or dress person. I wear pants on all but the most special or formal occasions. Despite my love for pants, they don't all love me. Most appear less than flattering on me and dress pants are the worst. I have exactly 1 pair of work pants that I love. They fit me great - the legs aren't too long, they don't bunch or wrinkle easily, they flatter my baby-bearing hips and they don't gap in the back when I sit down. They are the perfect pants. I bought them just before I graduated college at the end of 2007 and they've served me faithfully since. I think I paid $50 for them, making them the most expensive pants I've ever bought. So worth it!
I looked down at work Tuesday and noticed that they're starting to show their days. They're not so much black as light black. You know, the color that only appears after formerly vibrant black clothes have been washed too many times. The color that doesn't match any other black clothes because it's not true black and no other article of clothing has faded at the exact same pace. It broke my heart. I don't want to give up these beloved pants. Maybe I'll just wear them until they fade into oblivion. Yep, that's what I'll do.
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