Thursday, May 09, 2013
I can't believe that I am telling you this... not a very nice visual, but last week I was home alone and was wearing one of my pants that I knew that I no longer fit but hey, I am alone and I didn't have anything else clean. They just fell off as I was going up the steps. I had my hands full, so I wasn't able to catch them. One of those Youtube moments. I just stepped out of them and once getting my arms emptied went back and tossed the pants in the trash.
LOL, sorry, this just brought to mind a story about my grandmother whose elastic broke on her panties while shopping (those were the days when women only wore dresses) and she nonchalantly stepped out of them, continued to shop, leaving her panties right there in the aisle. I guess I take after her in more ways than in looks. I bet the panties got some strange looks until someone got rid of them.
So I guess I could become deep and say that the old pants represent the shedding of my old self. hmmm, I like that. The pants were more than tacky. To tell the truth, the old self was a bit tacky also. I am liking the new me underneath. I wonder what the new layer of me underneath this layer is like. I am sure I will love her.