After two weeks of wearing pull up pants (because of my thumb surgery) I am back in big girl pants with zippers. The thing about pull up pants is that they are soooo comfortable. Think sweats and exercise pants (no, not the compression ones). No pinching or tugging. Everything stretches. All is good. Just like pajamas.
Now I’m wearing jeans. The zipper takes some navigation but I can work it. Still it’s not the same.
I’m wearing exactly what I wore all winter. It was comfortable then. Soothing with its warmth. Just like chicken soup.
Something happened in the last few weeks. Everything is snug or short or something. (No, my weight didn’t change. Don’t even go there!)
Or maybe it’s that thing that happens every spring. Pants get shorter. And less interesting. Boring even. Tops get worn and faded. I hate everything I loved three months ago.
As excited as I am to climb into my beautiful winter plaids and sweaters, I am now sick of them. I long for a nice tee-shirt with capris. One with birds or butterflies. Wild splashes of color.
It’s the weight. Winter jeans are heavier while summer capris, even if they are denim, are lighter.
There is the color. Summer clothes are more colorful, the jeans are more washed – softer and lighter shades. The tops are just wild.
Pulling clothes out of storage for the new season is like coming home from a shopping trip. It’s finding treasures I forgot I had. Not quite like gold doubloons but close.
As for shoes, I have beautiful sandals for the summer in all shades.
Come on spring, bring it on! Let me at those treasures!