My husband and I live in old 4 bedroom farm house. Until last week, when we did a little spring cleaning, my husband and I had been sharing one rather small closet.
I now have not one, but two closets. Each one is separated by season and organized by color.
In my organization I found a funky pair of dress pants. I remember buying them from ThredUp 2 years ago and not being a fan.
This morning as I was gazing at my closet they spoke to me. The black and white polka dots were saying, “rock me”.
I paired the funky khaki pants with polka dots with a long housecoat like sweater.
During 4th hour I hopped into a desk to assist a student and I heard a light rip and an felt an unfamiliar draft.
In that moment my heart stopped. I quickly finished helping the student and walked to the corner and reached behind my knee length sweater to (ass)ess the damage.
I slowly reached back and I was screaming internally. My pants were not only ripped. They were totally destroyed.
The rip started at the top of the pants and continued to reveal 1/2 of my booty.
I have never been a bigger fan of long sweaters than I was at this moment.
Thankfully I had lunch right after class and I was able to sneak out and change my pants.