Tell me… how am I supposed to live without you?
I always laugh or cry when I hear that Michael Bolton classic. I wouldn’t have brought it up but I just got serenaded. Anyhow, I was in a reflective mood today so I found my mind wondering...
Why doesn't someone make affordable pants for twentysomethings? All I ask is for is one pair of pants that I can wear to work and that fit, look nice and are comfortable. They can't be low-rise because I can't worry about my tattoos or vertical smile showing (unprofessional) and I don't want to wear any pants that require an elastic waist to hold them up to my chin (unattractive). And when I do find pants on that rare occasion, why is it always when I have no money to buy them? Sigh… I really hate being shaped like a pear sometimes.
Just how dangerous/irresponsible/unrealistic/stupid would it be to quit my job and live a nomadic life? I could sleep on the couches of family and friends, pick up odd jobs and be that mysterious stranger who always breezes through a town and teaches life lessons to the people they meet along the way. I could do that.
Could I have started the whole Kabbalah string craze? See, I've been wearing those colored rubber band hair ties on my wrist for years and most of the time I wore a red one. Then all these people were wearing those red strings on their wrists. Did someone see me wearing a hair tie and think, "Oh, that looks cool. I think I'll start a trend but I'll make it a red string and attach some sort of ancient religion to it so that girl won't know I stole the idea from her?" Hey, it could happen.
Why does my lower back always feel warmer than the rest of my body? Even when my feet, hands or head are cold, my back is always warm, hot even (unless I've been working out and then it gets cold and clammy.) Why is that? I'm sure there is a medical reason but it always makes me wonder. Is it because it's closer to the heart and therefore gets more blood circulation?
As you can tell my thoughts tend to jump around. You can say it... I've been called crazy before. It's part of my charm. Honest... if you met me, you'd think I'm funny.
posted by Tasha @ 11:10 PM
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Trust me, I empathize with you on the Finding Pants for a Pear with a Tattoo saga. For dress pants for work, try JCPenney, look for Worthington. I've got two pairs of those that I love. When it comes to jeans--well, I cycle through the two pairs I have at any given moment that actually fit, wear them until they're threadbare, then have an emotional breakdown when they actually develop a hole below one of the back pockets (which is always where they get worn, thanks to all stress my ass puts on that area). Once that happens, I trek to Old Navy, find out they no longer make the cut that fits me (Curvy--what a perfect name), have another breakdown, then spend an hour trying on 40 different jeans to find a pair that at least comes close to fitting.
But I just realized an alternative you becoming a nomad. You and I need to start a clothing line for girls with hips--we could call it Pairs for Pears.
I just read about the rapper Nelly who apparently has started a clothing line called "Apple Bottoms" for women "with junk in the truck." That makes me happy but where would I find them and how much would I have to pay for a pair of jeans? Maybe there's a website.
The problem is "apple bottoms" are girls with junk in the trunk, but not necessarily a wide fender, which is the issue we've got to deal with. Sigh...
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