A Tragic Day on Planet Tofty

[constance]

I 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.

:::

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.

Comments

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can totally relate to your beloved pajama bottoms, may they rest in peace! The summer before last, my favorite-in-the-whole-world shorts were wrested from me in an even more brutal fashion. The spouse and kids presented me with sort of a forceful intervention; one of them told me that the shorts "had to go" because they were "indecent" (which, I suppose, they were, since there were holes all up the sides that managed to not show my undies but did display numerous glimpses of hip-and-upper-thigh region, but hey- I was toned and tan, so why should that matter?) and the other two came up behind me and ripped the shorts asunder. There were only about two threads holding them together, so the act was less violent than you might imagine. But I haven't been able to find another pair of shorts that please me even 1/10th as much as those did and I mourn them even still.

My condolences for your loss, and isn't that magnolia sound effect cool? It always freaks me out when I'm out walking at night and I walk under one. Thugs rustling in the underbrush? Oh, whoops, just another magnolia!

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Your shorts were the victim of a violent crime! Your family's lucky that you're still speaking to them, I feel.

That magnolia sound effect is so very cool! I loved listening to it last night--I just wish it were windy more often.

[amelia-eve.livejournal.com]

Condolences on your PJ bottoms. I expect they have gone off to join my blue plaid nightshirt in the soft, warm place where sleepwear goes for its afterlife.

My horrible wearing-out place is always between the thighs, though. And that's one that can go undetected for quite a while if you dress in semi-darkness a lot of the year. Apparently my colleagues are more polite than I expected, because they never say anything about the gaping shreds in my trousers that I sometimes discover when I am preparing them for the laundry.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Well, I am brutally refusing to give my pj bottoms a decent burial. The flannel is so gloriously soft, and I just can't bear to throw them away--they'll be recycled, somehow, once I decide what I want to do with them.

I wear my clothes out between my thighs also--the more fitted ones, that is (and hahahahaha, I've definitely experienced the shredded-trousers phenomenon before!). These never wore through, though, because they were so big on me that they never actually rubbed.

[somniesperus.livejournal.com]

I still have a couple T-shirts I wore in high school. I cling to them as desperately as old friends. May your beloved PJ bottoms rest in peace. :(

[tofty.livejournal.com]

:(:(:( *holds Viking Funeral for PJ bottoms*

[leestone.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry about your pants, love.

I still owe you a phone call. -_____- Today was absurd.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Ah, it was a total wash for me as well. Busy busy, then unconscious.

Maybe this weekend! When are you working?

[sunkentreasure.livejournal.com]

I split my favorite pair of jeans while bending over to clear a fallen limb off the road. It was truly one of the saddest days of my life, and I am not joking. If you are shallow then I am shallow too.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

I am happy to be shallow, if it means I get to be shallow with you.

[dahlia-777.livejournal.com]

I sympathise with your sartorial disaster. I am the same with much-loved clothes. Even when I finally stop wearing them because they are way beyond being respectable, I keep them stashed away at the back of cupboards and the bottom or drawers for years. Oh, and I've just spent a fortune to get a pair of 10-year-old clunky boots patched up *again*. (When are clunky heels coming back in, when!? I love heels but can't walk in spindly stilettos. And don't talk to me about the abomination of "kitten" heels!)

Surely your performance review wasn't bad? I can't imagine it. Come on, I bet it turned out fine.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

I love heels but can't walk in spindly stilettos. And don't talk to me about the abomination of "kitten" heels!

Oh, my God, I feel your pain! I've got half a dozen pairs of big clunky heels that I'm saving against the day when fucking stilettos go out of style again. I even wear them sometimes, because I love them so much that that I don't care that they're completely passe.

And ahaha, my performance review went fine. Not much of a raise (no one got one of those, because they're trying to bounce back from a bad spot), but they're pleased with me.

I will totally forget this when it's time for my review again next year, of course.

[dahlia-777.livejournal.com]

Oh, I wear my clunky heels all the time. I'm doing my bit to bring them back into fashion.

I knew your review must have gone well because you didn't say anything about it in later posts. You're so engagingly modest, darling <33333.

[dahlia-777.livejournal.com]

Hey, lj ate my hearts! Those bastards.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

THEY ALWAYS DO THAT >:O