This Wednesday evening, after months of wearing increasingly frayed and tired-looking pants to work, I finally bought a couple new pairs. Actually, the situation was that I had some good fall/winter work pants, but when warmer weather arrived, I found my lighter-weight and lighter-colored pants were all showing their wear. Recruiting my housemate (he volunteered), I went to a store likely to have cheap but durable khakis. I was successful in my search, and am wearing one of the pairs of pants I bought as I type this very post. They're quite comfy. I'm not always a big fan of clothes shopping, but in the right mood, I do enjoy trying on different outfits, striking poses in the dressing room as I imagine myself strutting down the street in a jaunty pair of linen pants or slouching on the couch in a relaxed pair of jeans. On Wednesday I think I fell into the pitfall of judging everything more positively because the shirt I wore to the store was a favorite of mine, and everything looked better in combination with it. No matter. Those mint-green cargo shorts will come in handy sometime, I'm sure!
