If you have ever had a baby, you have likely had that depressing experience where you, positive that the really baggy pants that were your comfy, hanging around the house on Saturday afternoon, go-to comfort item, try to squeeze into them only to stop mid-thigh because they simply aren’t making it up.
If you have never done this, I don’t want to hear about it.
Today’s temps are expected to be in the mid-70’s (don’t hate me because I live in Florida – I didn’t pick it), so I pulled out a pair of black capris that fit me 2 summers ago, but definitely did not work even back in November (when wearing capris was still an everyday thing). With trepidation, I cloistered myself in the bathroom with another pair of pants so that I could emerge dressed, one way or the other.
Fortunately for my ego, the smaller size did, in fact, fit. Not, perhaps as well yet as they did 2 summers ago, but the color is slimming and I feel optimistic that the rest of my pre-baby wardrobe may soon emerge from mothball storage (that’s a figure of speech: I wouldn’t know the first things about mothballs). So nice to get “new” clothes without spending a dime.
And, for my added enjoyment, I put my hand in the pocket and found a very clean $10 bill.