goodbye my two legged friend

I remember as if it were yesterday, the details as clear as the day Amara was born.

I eyed you from across the room. You were classic. Black. Straight legged.

At first, I wore you sporadically, only on special occasions. You draped my body perfectly. You made my legs miraculously appear long and slender. I adored you.

Then, I became pregnant. And as an obedient companion, you literally stayed by my side. You stretched and expanded into a size unknown to your tag. I began to wear you everywhere. Constantly. Through wash and wear, you did not complain.

You have witnessed parties and wakes. Meetings and cocktails.

I have searched but cannot find pants like you.

But now, nearly a decade later, it is time to say farewell.

This weekend I found more than just a hole. There are rips in the seams. I believe you are now sadly passed repair.

Thank you kind, dear friend for your service. I hate that we must part ways. But know I will always remember what you did for me - and my behind - fondly.


  1. I had the same response as Jaci....hahahahhaha! I too have had a pair and you just hate to lose them. Great post.

  2. Thank goodness I'm not the only one who feels like this about certain pairs of pants! I have one pair now whose hem and cuffs are being held by a series of saftey pins!

  3. I wrote a similar post when I threw out my Juicy sweatpants.


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