When I was younger, I used to secretly and not so secretly criticize others and my own mother for wearing stretchy elastic waist pull on pants. I thought they looked ridiculous and they do for the most part. There are some elastic waist dress pants that are quite attractive, but most of the time the 'sweat' pants or 'leggings' are what I am referring to.
As I am older now, I find myself reaching for those 'pull on pants' more and more. Going out on a cold rainy night to check the sheep in labour, who wants to don jeans when elastic waist pants are easy, quick and warm? At first, I would only wear them around the house, but lately I have worn them in public. Shame! I had to run to town and was wearing the pants, completely forgot about them and found myself in town in pull on pants. Most people did not blink an eye, but my own self consciousness made up for that. Had I truly reached the age of pull on pants?
What an age to be! If I have arrived, have finally come to the point where my personal comfort exceeds my need to impress others, I have achieved a good part of what I came to this nowhere land to do. That is, I wanted to completely leave societal dictates behind and be a real person without caring what others thought of me with the exception that they considered me pleasant in the least and nice and friendly. The clothes I chose to wear would not matter.
I understand now why my mother finally liked her pull on pants. She had arrived at that stage of life where she was whom she was and had abandoned the need to impress others. She was comfortable wtih herself and the choices she was making and felt free from the encumberances of society telling her how she should look. If she wanted to wear those pull on pants she wore them, to town, at home and visiting. In fact, the older she got, the les and less other styles she even owned. I am not there yet, but I did wear pull on pants to town and that is a start. How about you?
As I am older now, I find myself reaching for those 'pull on pants' more and more. Going out on a cold rainy night to check the sheep in labour, who wants to don jeans when elastic waist pants are easy, quick and warm? At first, I would only wear them around the house, but lately I have worn them in public. Shame! I had to run to town and was wearing the pants, completely forgot about them and found myself in town in pull on pants. Most people did not blink an eye, but my own self consciousness made up for that. Had I truly reached the age of pull on pants?
What an age to be! If I have arrived, have finally come to the point where my personal comfort exceeds my need to impress others, I have achieved a good part of what I came to this nowhere land to do. That is, I wanted to completely leave societal dictates behind and be a real person without caring what others thought of me with the exception that they considered me pleasant in the least and nice and friendly. The clothes I chose to wear would not matter.
I understand now why my mother finally liked her pull on pants. She had arrived at that stage of life where she was whom she was and had abandoned the need to impress others. She was comfortable wtih herself and the choices she was making and felt free from the encumberances of society telling her how she should look. If she wanted to wear those pull on pants she wore them, to town, at home and visiting. In fact, the older she got, the les and less other styles she even owned. I am not there yet, but I did wear pull on pants to town and that is a start. How about you?
The last rays of the sun peek through the lone clouds in the blue sky over the Fat Ewe Farm. I am wearing my pull on pants and am grateful for the journey I am on and all that has helped to shape whom I am becoming.
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