My friends are going to love this. Go ahead laugh it up.
In the last year I purchased one pair of jeans, one pair of sneakers, and three t-shirts. That's it. Almost everything I own these days was a gift from my mom at Christmas time. I have three pairs of shoes, maybe 4. My wardrobe is sad....very sad. Maybe What Not To Wear is hiding in my closet. That's how sad it is.
I'm a jeans an t-shirt kind of girl. Even in the summer. I don't own one skirt or dress that fits me and the only pair of shorts I own is a pair of sweats I cut off when the AC was broken last summer.
I have one huge pet peeve when it comes to clothing. I can't stand it when a person sits down and their pants ride up. My friends think I'm neurotic and while that's true to a point this is my only real pet peeve. It's one of the reason's I can't handle watching David Letterman (when he walks on stage you can see his white socks. ick!) besides the fact that he's not funny. My jeans are always long and I walk on them to the point the bottoms are all messed up. That's okay though because when I walk or sit down you can't see my socks. That would be wrong.
Anyway, like I mentioned I don't own a pair of shorts that I would wear out in public. I think Capri pants are the spawn of the devil and SWORE I WOULD NEVER OWN A PAIR. NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!
Guess what? Yeah, I now own a pair. Crap! (queue the laughing now)
I went out to dinner with my mom and sister for my birthday and we ended up going shopping. These occasional shopping trips are my mom's attempt at getting me to wear something other than my husband's t-shirts and sweat pants. Even though I don't ask for them I somehow end up with a bag of clothes. So there we were standing in Kohls looking at the plus sized shirts when mom points out this pair of denim capri pants. My first reaction is not in a million years. I would never wear them. They would just be a waste of money. I'm not sure how it happened (I will plead insanity on this one) but I actually decided to get them.
Yes, I now own a pair of capri pants. The world is coming to an end...I can feel it.
So, I get home and try on my new clothes so my husband can see them and what does he do? He laughs at me. He doesn't laugh because they look funny or bad but because of the look of terror on my face as I was putting the pants on. He said I looked like I was going to be sick. That's how much I hate short pants.
I'm not sure yet how often I will wear the pants or how long it will take me to leave the house wearing them but I'm willing to give them a try. I promised mom I would.
What's the one clothing item you swore you would never own? Did you give in?
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