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I feel like the Goldilocks of pants
Jan. 20th, 2013 05:02 pmG'ah. Why is it that when I need to buy new pants for work, there's not a sale to be found OR the sale has managed to clear out the size I need? I am now super grumpy and have been for awhile.
Need new work pants, as you might've gathered, but I'm kind of picky about things. Like there must be some sort of structure going on; glorified leggings will not do. (Which is a shame because that'd be infinitely cheaper.) Work only allows certain colors and anytime I step out of that box because hello, overnight and who cares it turns out that work does indeed care very much. So, basically, they must be black because I don't do khaki.
I require pockets because pockets and this has turned out to be a deal breaker more than once. If pressed, I'll buy a pair without them but even the practically useless "ooh, perfect for carrying absolutely nothing and we are essentially decoration!" pockets are better than none.
Sadly, the real monkey wrench in this whole thing is the fact that I am super hippy. These hips, why, God, why. (Because when two people love each other very much the gene pool will get the last laugh on their offspring, that's why!)
No. Wait. That's only part of it. The other part is the fact that I am not short. I haven't been short since about the fourth grade. Which you'd think would be a good thing! I can reach the top shelf at most stores, and even the super top shelf at work, usually without tippy-toes. I think it's the only reason I wasn't banned from seeing Ari and Cass in high school (their mother is vertically challenged and her husband was frequently at work when she'd need things... from the top shelf).
But no. Apparently if you needlike I'm telling you my pants size, no thank you you must be short.
Or you have to grab them during the two weeks of the year when the tall pants appear in stock, somewhere, on sale.
The saddest part of it all is that I'm not all that tall, either. I'm a giant around here (woo) but I do not qualify as a tall woman (woe) because on my tallest measuring days, I only clock in at 5'9. So, really, wtf.
This has been a rehash of an old standby whinge. Sorry for any deja vu I might've caused.
Need new work pants, as you might've gathered, but I'm kind of picky about things. Like there must be some sort of structure going on; glorified leggings will not do. (Which is a shame because that'd be infinitely cheaper.) Work only allows certain colors and anytime I step out of that box because hello, overnight and who cares it turns out that work does indeed care very much. So, basically, they must be black because I don't do khaki.
I require pockets because pockets and this has turned out to be a deal breaker more than once. If pressed, I'll buy a pair without them but even the practically useless "ooh, perfect for carrying absolutely nothing and we are essentially decoration!" pockets are better than none.
Sadly, the real monkey wrench in this whole thing is the fact that I am super hippy. These hips, why, God, why. (Because when two people love each other very much the gene pool will get the last laugh on their offspring, that's why!)
No. Wait. That's only part of it. The other part is the fact that I am not short. I haven't been short since about the fourth grade. Which you'd think would be a good thing! I can reach the top shelf at most stores, and even the super top shelf at work, usually without tippy-toes. I think it's the only reason I wasn't banned from seeing Ari and Cass in high school (their mother is vertically challenged and her husband was frequently at work when she'd need things... from the top shelf).
But no. Apparently if you need
Or you have to grab them during the two weeks of the year when the tall pants appear in stock, somewhere, on sale.
The saddest part of it all is that I'm not all that tall, either. I'm a giant around here (woo) but I do not qualify as a tall woman (woe) because on my tallest measuring days, I only clock in at 5'9. So, really, wtf.
This has been a rehash of an old standby whinge. Sorry for any deja vu I might've caused.