Because it Rained ALL Day

So, I have these pants.  They are wonderful, fit perfectly, and are the most comfortable things on the planet.  Every time I wear these pants I get that warm fuzzy feeling.  They just make me feel happy, safe (yes, I completely think pants have the ability to do that), and I think they even put a little pep in my step.  I am in love with these pants.  I don't know what I would do without them and I shudder at the thought of them meeting their demise in the washing machine or at the hands of my son who will, one day, be able to use scissors. (For some reason the "able to use scissors" milestone is way more frightening to me than the "able to use markers" milestone).  These pants are old.  They have seen me through high school, college, grad school, my first "real" job, my newlywed-ness, my pregnancy, my sleepless nights with an infant, and now rainy days.  They are miracle pants...they fit me no matter what.  Bottomline:  I LOVE THESE PANTS.

Problem.

They are HIDEOUS!! Truly, completely, hideous.  There are holes in inappropriate places, there is no elastic remaining (explains the being able to fit no matter what size I am at the moment thing), and there are various paint remnants from various painting projects.

Although the paint does not add to the appearance of the pants it does add to their story/my story.  Grayish green = our kitchen in Raleigh.  Pumpkin = our master bedroom in Raleigh (one of my biggest design regrets and now I have a constant reminder - builds character right?!).  Yellow = paintings for Luke's nursery.  Forest Green = spray painting our plastic porch furniture on a glorious sunny day at Arrowhead.  White = painting frames in Tennessee.  It is all there....our lives in paint on my pants.

I am no longer "allowed" to wear them in public - mostly at the request of L although deep down even I know that they are not something that I want the public to see.  For L it is about disgust and ugliness, for me it is about love and protection, I don't want my pants to be seen in a negative light.  They used to be warm - perfect for my northern life.  But because they are so old and so well loved the fuzzy material inside has been worn so that they are much more lightweight - perfect for my southern life!  I am telling you....MIRACLE PANTS! 

So, here's to that article of clothing that matters more than most of your other clothes combined.