When I was 8 years old I had a pair of white pants with little teeny flowers all over them. They were my favorite piece of clothing and I wore them as often as possible without getting scolded for wearing way over dirty pants out in public. Until one day there was an incident- which is to say- landing in the top five saddest days of my life (and given that my mother passed away a couple years before this particular incident, you must know how dearly I identified with these flipping pants if I rated them within four rankings of that... ridiculous). Anyhow, I was dancing like a attention starved crazy child, to what I'm guessing was most likely The Carpenters or Rush, in front of a group of relatives and attempted what would be a failed leg kick turned split and tore the crotch of my pants... my favorite-can't-ever-ever-EVER-do-without flower pants. This was a traumatizing day and I did what any other person in grieving would do. I fixed my pants with the next of kin to a staple gun. Genius.
Do I miss these pants? Yes. Yes, I do. So I've traveled around and found what just might be a good later in life substitute for my favorite item of clothing in the history of humankind.
And they are...
Also, I am no longer allowed to use a stapler unattended. And have since learned to sew.
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