Friday, April 21, 2006

Outgrowing my trousers, the sequel

There has been a major change in my life.

My previously stated trouser problem has now been laid almost completely to rest. I am the proud owner of about a half-dozen pairs of work pants of the proper size, and for my birthday, Carrie bought me three pairs of jeans. It’s not quite like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, but more like a tight, uncomfortable feeling has been removed from around my waist.

The addition of my new pants to my wardrobe led to a major purging of most of the pairs of pants in my closet that I had been squeezing myself into. Sadly, even the Motion-flex pants didn’t make the cut. Even though they still fit reasonably well at the waistline, I came to see the error my ways in wearing cuffed pants that look unnervingly like highwaters. The other day, I wore the other pair of pants, also cuffed, that I bought at Marshal’s at the same time as the Motion-flex pants, and I felt a little bit too much like I should have been sporting them at the local rest home. The ultimate lesson that I have learned from this experience is that I am not allowed to buy pants that are on sale at Marshal’s, especially if they are cuffed and pleated, until I am 82.

So all is going pretty well on the trouser front, with one or two small exceptions. One of the pairs of jeans Carrie bought me were at my new waist size, but were some sort of classic-narrow style that fit just a bit too snug for a size I have only recently made my peace with. I told Carrie it will take a fair amount of therapy before I’m ready to jump up another size in the pants battle.

There also was some question on Easter as to whether or not there was some pant-waist rollover going on. I adamantly fought this charge, although I spent much of the holiday checking my belt line to make sure everything was going straight across.

But these are minor quibbles. For the most part, it’s nice to be able to breathe easy again.


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