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A Tragic Day on Planet Tofty
Mar. 9th, 2006 08:59 pmI should have known today was going to be a bad day. I mean, forget the performance review, forget the allergies which have have left me no option but to scurry for the Benadryl as soon as I finish writing this post. These were but minor annoyances compared to the thing that started off my day, which on the surface was just a sartorial disaster but which is actually so much more than that.
I don't know if you are like me, in that you have clothes you love so much that you wish you'd bought two in every color when you had the chance. Clothes that it doesn't even matter that they weren't especially beautiful in the first place and are entirely unlovely now, eight years later, when they are threadbare and darned several times over and are about two sizes too big and shouldn't be worn in public but are worn anyway when you have to run to the grocery five minutes before closing time. I actually have several things that fit this description, but the one which met its untimely end this morning are my blue-and-burgundy plaid flannel pj bottoms. I happened to trip walking through one of my French doors, which happened to have a lever door handle, which happened to catch on the (fragile and loose) pj bottoms, and the next thing I knew they were sort of shredded all down the right side. Totally not repairable, at least not without a comprehensive course in weaving.
I have other pajama bottoms. I am a many-pajama-bottomed girl, in fact. But I don't love any of them as much as I have loved this pair. And I know this sounds shallow, or else like a breezy hyperbolic little joke, but man, I will miss those pants so much.
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Also, did you know that when a strong wind blows through a magnolia tree, it sounds like a hard pattering rainfall? I just discovered this tonight.
I don't know if you are like me, in that you have clothes you love so much that you wish you'd bought two in every color when you had the chance. Clothes that it doesn't even matter that they weren't especially beautiful in the first place and are entirely unlovely now, eight years later, when they are threadbare and darned several times over and are about two sizes too big and shouldn't be worn in public but are worn anyway when you have to run to the grocery five minutes before closing time. I actually have several things that fit this description, but the one which met its untimely end this morning are my blue-and-burgundy plaid flannel pj bottoms. I happened to trip walking through one of my French doors, which happened to have a lever door handle, which happened to catch on the (fragile and loose) pj bottoms, and the next thing I knew they were sort of shredded all down the right side. Totally not repairable, at least not without a comprehensive course in weaving.
I have other pajama bottoms. I am a many-pajama-bottomed girl, in fact. But I don't love any of them as much as I have loved this pair. And I know this sounds shallow, or else like a breezy hyperbolic little joke, but man, I will miss those pants so much.
:::
Also, did you know that when a strong wind blows through a magnolia tree, it sounds like a hard pattering rainfall? I just discovered this tonight.
