So I've been absent for awhile. I've been busy with the holidays and having a baby. Yes, all good things with great stories and pictures to tell. But that will come another day.
Last week I finally got out to do a little retail therapy. Here in the fabulous Upper Valley that means hitting up a handful of stores. Seeing that I've only bought maternity clothes over the last 9 months I was excited at the idea of finding some cute clothes for myself. As I maneuvered the stroller up and down the isles I figured I would grab what I liked and return what didn't work out. (I've had to adapt with a newborn, don't push my luck on time) I started finding some cute things and then on one of the clearance racks I saw a pair of black sweat pants. I've got tons of yoga and running pants (because I do so much of that) but no real pair of sweatpants. I mean, does anyone purposefully buy sweatpants. I feel they are something that come into your life from different avenues, stolen from the husbands drawer, mysteriously acquired in dorm room in college and you have had them for years (or decades) or your favorite sports team gear that everyone has to have. What I don't need is more comfy clothes but, alas, I found myself grabbing them, purchasing them and bringing them home. Later in the day when I was trying on my new finds I had almost forgot about the sweatpants. As I proceeded to go through the bags and being satisfied with my haul I came across the pants in the bottom of one of the bags. I had tried everything else on so I slipped into the pants and I immediately ripped off the tags. I tell you, I hit the jackpot. I now understand why some people wear sweatpants in public. It was like coming home, but to a home that was more comfortable than I had remembered. I admit, unapologetically, that I have worn these pants everyday since their purchase. I have taken them off and put on other clothes when I go out (the bus stop doesn't count, they stay on then) but I come back to them everyday.
Why do I share this story of my new favorite pair of heavenly black sweatpants? The reason is simple, the happiness that it gives me and the smile that it brings to my face. No really, I found myself laughing at my pure joy and thought that I should write about it. I'm hoping to be back at the blog again and I figured I would start with some humor before I smother you with stories of newborns. Thanks for coming back.
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