No pun intended. But since it's there, I'll leave it in.
I was innocently walking to the bathroom just now and snagged my pants (that's trousers to you British; don't get all excited) on the corner of something. They'd ripped in a long, straight line, from just below the front pocket almost to the ankle.
Worst of all, guess with pants I'm wearing.
The Che Guevara pants!
They're unsalvagable. An inexplicable purple stain is no sweat, but being torn so profoundly is not the sort of injury one's clothing can bounce back from. I didn't realize they were worn so thin, but I guess they are. I practically lived in them until Mom forbade me from taking them with me to England.
The only consolation—well, the two consolations*—I have: Firstly, that the Ches have only sentimental value for me these days anyway; I'm really too small for them now and since I lost the drawstring long ago and, having a drawstring, the pants have no belt loops, they're always on the verge of falling off, so they were retired to around-the-house-pants upon my return from the UK. Secondly, at least this is an incidence of pants-tearing with an obvious source, so I'm less worried about a recurrance of the Suicidal Pants Debacle of '03 than I might otherwise be.
But still, you never know...
Maybe I'll wear a skirt tomorrow, just in case.
* No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
I was innocently walking to the bathroom just now and snagged my pants (that's trousers to you British; don't get all excited) on the corner of something. They'd ripped in a long, straight line, from just below the front pocket almost to the ankle.
Worst of all, guess with pants I'm wearing.
The Che Guevara pants!
They're unsalvagable. An inexplicable purple stain is no sweat, but being torn so profoundly is not the sort of injury one's clothing can bounce back from. I didn't realize they were worn so thin, but I guess they are. I practically lived in them until Mom forbade me from taking them with me to England.
The only consolation—well, the two consolations*—I have: Firstly, that the Ches have only sentimental value for me these days anyway; I'm really too small for them now and since I lost the drawstring long ago and, having a drawstring, the pants have no belt loops, they're always on the verge of falling off, so they were retired to around-the-house-pants upon my return from the UK. Secondly, at least this is an incidence of pants-tearing with an obvious source, so I'm less worried about a recurrance of the Suicidal Pants Debacle of '03 than I might otherwise be.
But still, you never know...
Maybe I'll wear a skirt tomorrow, just in case.
* No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
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Date: 2004-12-08 09:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-08 09:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-08 09:50 pm (UTC)Not the Che Guevara pants!
I never got to see them... :( I never got to say ... goodbye...
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Date: 2004-12-08 10:33 pm (UTC)And (obvious statement ahead) what's wrong with your pants falling down???
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Date: 2004-12-09 01:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-09 08:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-09 05:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-09 10:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-09 01:44 pm (UTC)What's wrong with my pants falling down? There's no one here to enjoy it.
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Date: 2004-12-09 01:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-09 02:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-09 03:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-09 03:02 pm (UTC)I still miss my favorite hoodie sweatshirt. The *only* good thing to come out of my eyeblink in the Navy.
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Date: 2004-12-09 10:25 pm (UTC)I have great fondness for hoodies as well (often other people's; I know I'm setting myself up for disappointment, wanting what I'll never have, but sometimes I can't help it), so I feel your pain, sister.
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Date: 2004-12-10 10:44 am (UTC)So what are you going to use the fabric for? :p