Always Ready for a Bargain
It is not a secret, I do not like looking for, nor purchasing, clothing for myself. Don’t like it. Don’t do it well. Don’t find what I am seeking. Dennis has reiterated what he had heard Kevin say at one point in the past, “Mom, you don’t have a butt.” There it is. Flatness. Without the butt bump, I have always needed to wear a belt with woven pants. And, as all things are totally up and down with no divots, aka: a defined waist, the belt needs to be quite tight. I don’t mind that tight feeling when we need to get all gussied up. For at home, I can get dirty doing yard work in a heartbeat and may well change clothes in the middle of the day to leave the garden dirt outside. Wash and wear and . . . most of all, comfort.
Yesterday at Sam’s Club, a $9.98 sign allowed me to wander over. Yoga pants were $9.98 each. Various colors made of a blend of fabrics, one being a long name meaning . . . stretch. Hmm. A firm elastic waist in my favorite colors: navy and black. I fit them on when I got home and knew I could very well learn to wear stilts as still some fabric in the length of the legs was dragging on the floor.
Dennis was down for a nap in his recliner and I was spending quiet time in the sewing studio working my magic on the length of the pant legs. Knits are not my favorite to sew with. That comes about that when I was at Mom’s elbow learning the craft of sewing and seaming, everything was woven fabric. It’s all about habits and level of comfort. I got my groove going and I now have several more pair of pants to putter around in. Actually, in times past these pants were very well marketed as Putter Pants, long before it was found that Yoga Pants sounded like what the “in” crowd would shop for. Lordy, Grammie is now in the “in” crowd getting dirty with yard work . . . pants are pants. It’s all about my comfort. These bargain pants will serve me well, and when they are worn out, I will handle that when I need to.