All Good Things
I said goodbye to an old friend today.
A few months ago, I admitted that it was, sadly, probably time to break up (for lack of a better term). But I have been dragging my feet … not wanting to give up what feels so comfortable but has become, for more than one reason, unwise and honestly inappropriate.
Today was the tipping point. I am so sad.
A decade of togetherness we've faithfully shared … millions of steps, thousands of meals, sunday school, baby showers, and basketball games.
Flexible and forgiving, not fancy or fussy … practically a perfect fit for me in my life through countless seasons. Through thick and thin, if you will.
I can not overstate the affection I possess deep in my soul for this verified G.O.A.T. pair of black slacks.
But I had to do what I had to do.
Threadbare does not begin to adequately describe these trousers. The knees and hips have shown visible signs of frayed stress for FAR too long.
Realizing just how perfect these pants were for me, I had tried to use the brand and style code to order replacements. But due to their, um, “vintage” origins, my searches turned up nothing. Over the last couple of years, I have shopped and tried on and ordered and received SEVERAL pair of inferior pants … too long, too fitted, too weird.
My beloved broken-in britches continued to be the choice. [I am both shocked and relieved that there hasn't been an intervention!]
Last week, I pulled them out of the washer, and as I hung them over a hanger, I noticed a hole. An actual hole. The stitching that has endured years of deep knee bends, camping out in an office chair, and scooping up little kids simply couldn’t hold it together a moment longer.
I am not kidding you. I was about to disassemble that pair of pants and take them to a steamstress and commission her to produce a pair just like them. But then I decided to look on Amazon one more time and pay special attention to the inseam length.
By George. Eureka.
My highest hopes were confirmed when I opened the mail today, so I now have the courage to confidently bid farewell. Thank you, thank you, thank you. And good buy!
“Never underestimate the beauty and power of a well-established rut.”
