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.

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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.

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.