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February 13, 2008
“Girl, Why Not Take Out the Trash?”
“I’m really determined to become agoraphobic, so it’s a huge deal for me to actually put on shoes and find my keys to go break bread with someone whose face I’ve never seen.”
-From “The Bronze is Dead. Long Live the Bronze!” in Will the Vampire People Please Leave the Lobby? by Allyson Beatrice
Lately, I’ve been on this kick where I’m feeling motivated to put on something besides my yoga pants and leave the house to be among other people a little more frequently. I love my yoga pants, and I love being home, but I worry about letting introversion rule my life. I worry about letting anything rule my life, because nothing rules my life except me.
I’m not worried about that right now, though. Right now, I’m worried about my yoga pants.
It’s true that I have several pairs of yoga pants, but when I’m talking about my yoga pants, I am always really thinking of one particular pair that I’ve had for about six years and love perhaps more than any other article of clothing I’ve ever owned. They’re a heavier fabric that keeps me warm in the winter and is soft and comfortable without being shapeless. They’re pants that, when they’re dirty, motivate me to do the laundry.
Yesterday morning, I was folding this particular pair of yoga pants when I realized that the fabric is starting to disintegrate in a way I can’t fix. I am disconsolate over this. I knew that what I needed to do was to take them and throw them out right away so I wouldn’t be tempted to wear them anymore, but I couldn’t do it. Right now, they’re folded in a tidy square on the dining room table. Tammy says that we need to go out and buy some new yoga pants, and I know she’s right, but I won’t be able to find another pair of THESE yoga pants. I know; I’ve looked. And do you see how this shopping is going to involve me putting on something besides my yoga pants and leaving the house to be among other people? I don’t think I want to do that anymore.
Posted by adrienne at February 13, 2008 08:48 PM
Comments
I feel the same way about my nightpants.
Posted by: Kelly at February 13, 2008 10:28 PM
I can totally relate, both to the staying home thing (I could easily be a hermit)(with books)(and internet), and to the favorite pants thing. I had the misfortune of hearing a loud tearing sound when I sat down in my favorite flannel pants the other day. The fabric was so thin it lost all structural integrity. Now I suppose I will have to cultivate a new favorite pair. And to top it off I saw one of the pages in flannel pants yesterday and was definitely thinking it sure would be nice to be able to come to work in my pjs...
Posted by: wplmom at February 13, 2008 10:35 PM
Listen to Tammy and get the pants.:)
Posted by: a stranger at February 13, 2008 11:40 PM
oh no! Not your favorite pants!! Nothing is worse than the deterioration of fav. pants. I wish I could be more positive, but you are right to say that you'll never find that pair again. It's the way the universe works...it's a law of physics. You'll just have to settle for that second favorite pair.
PS- I started my own blog about being a children's librarian! Check it out at http://notesfromtheblacklagoon.wordpress.com
Posted by: Kate at February 14, 2008 04:23 PM
Congratulations and welcome to the blogosphere, Kate! The library and kidlit blogging communities are awesome; I think you'll have fun. :) And I *love* your blog title. The Laminator rules.
Posted by: adrienne at February 15, 2008 05:09 PM