reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
I have four pairs of dress pants that I wear regularly.
One of them is very high-waisted, and is prone to shrinking in the wash.
I do not have much of a waist. My figure is vaguely trunk-like. The dress-for-success people call it rectangular. Low-rise pants have been a godsend, as high-waisted pants (such as these) are designed for people with hips that taper into an O'Hara-esque hourglass.
When I wear these high-waisted pants right after washing them, they tend to fit fairly tightly.
After wearing them for a few hours, I start to feel fat and depressed.
I eat something fattening to make myself feel better.
This does not help the waist issue any.
I take off the pants when I get home and put them in the hamper.
The next time I do laundry, I wash the pants.
A few days later, I wear the pants.
The cycle continues.
In theory, I like the pants. They've got big bellbottomy bottoms, look great with my grey button-down, and were a ten-dollar thrift store find. God help me, I even mended the cuffs last night (they were frayed). Because I like the pants so much.
The moral of this story, though? I need new pants.