Do you own any overly loved clothes? You know those items that you have worn until they are literally threadbare? I have a few items like that – items I cannot bear to part with even though it is clearly time. It’s tough to let some things go. Today I recognized that, like it or not, I was going to have to let go of my uber-comfy blue plaid pj pants that I wear almost daily when lounging around the house.
I have worn these pj pants almost religiously for at least two years. They started off as a thicker flannel, but after dozens of washings they have thinned dramatically. I noticed a couple of small holes a few months ago near the top on the left. They really were barely even noticeable in the beginning.
After a few washings the holes got a bit bigger. Cheyenne pointed them out to me then saying, "Mom…do you know that you have holes in those pants and people can see your underwear?" Well, there were a few ways that I rationalized away this statement. First, I was wearing underwear (so I had a backup layer beyond the holes); second, the only part of my underwear you could see was the left front part which goes across my pelvic bone (really, what is exciting to see there?); and finally, it wasn’t like I was running around out in public in them (I strongly oppose the fashion trend wherein folks wear pj pants out and about town) – so what harm was being done?
As is probably the case with most holes in threadbare fabric, the holes in my pj pants got bigger over time. A couple of times a week Cheyenne would remind me that "people" could see my underwear. I continued to employ the above rationalizations. Then, last week there was a development that could not be ignored – a three inch "L"-shaped tear that exposed the side of my right hip and thigh. I truthfully didn’t notice it right away, but thank goodness I have Cheyenne around to point these things out. She said in her overly dramatic, made for the Broadway stage voice, "OH MY GAWD- MOM! PEOPLE CAN SEE YOUR BUTT! THROW THOSE PANTS OUT!" When I saw the tear and tried to minimize it she said, "Seriously, it is a big enough tear that people across the street looking in the picture window could see your butt." Hmmmm…really?
Given this new information I had to make a candid assessment of the situation. Yes, they were starting to fall apart, but maybe (I rationalized) I could still wear them every once in awhile…and so they stayed…until this morning when I caught my image in the mirror and recognized that I clearly have had a break with reality regarding the pants. There they were – my favorite old blue plaid pj pants paired with my comfy old wife beater tee (which is another item that likely deserves a speedy retirement) – the image was troubling. I looked like a provocative Calvin Klein underwear ad gone wrong…terribly wrong.
There is nothing like a strong visual imprint to shock sense into a person. It’s time…the pants are going to have to be retired…but I think I’ll hold on to the wife beater tee a bit longer – hey, it only has a small hole at the bottom.
Day two-hundred and ninety of the new forty – obla di obla da