|First snow of 2012: October 5|
Yes, yes, I know - file this under #firstworldproblems.
Scotty wanted to go to the circus for her birthday. So to the circus we were going. Except I had no pants. I'd already put 4 really cute jeans in the pile for the consignment shop and was seriously considering a pair of yoga pants that I knew were long enough AND wouldn't fall off when I saw a pair of jeans I had taken to NYC at the end of April. Perhaps these would work? Well, they were big too (and got more loose as the night went on), but they would work. I pulled them on, added a baggy sweater, and ran down the stairs. It's true someone could have easily pantsed me that night, but I learned a valuable lesson. If yoga pants are all that fits, that might be what you wear out of the house. And I, for one, shall not mock someone in them at the grocery store again.
Special note: lest you think I am a clotheshorse loaded with thousands of pairs of jeans, please note that I have jeans in every shape and size of the clothing spectrum (well, every size of the "big girl" spectrum), and I just blew through a whole bunch of jeans I'd only worn once (some not at all!) on my way up to 250 and then back down. *sigh*