Oh the things that live hidden in the back of one’s closet. I was recently challenged by a friend to clean out my closet…I mean really clean out my closet. Be done with all things that don’t fit or aren’t worn, and keep only two (TWO!) pieces for sentimental reasons. (Yikes!) My immediate response was along the lines of, “Sooooo, you’re going to make me decide how important my leather pants are to me.” (Yep, leather pants.) This of course spurred an extended conversation in which I swore they were cool when I bought them, and declared that there is no way they’d budge an inch over my knees these days. There was also a demand from the other side, to see photos of me in said leather pants here on the blog.
I’m elated to tell you sorry to say that I’ve looked through the pile of photo albums I own from my early twenties, and I do not have a single photo of myself in those pants. I promise. I would not lie to you about this.
So, the consolation prize is in fact a photo of the leather pants with a recent T-shirt I’ve purchased which proves that the wannabe rockstar in me hasn’t completely died. And maybe that’s why the leather pants continue to hang in the back of my closet.
by Becky
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