Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The Sad Truth About Blue Jeans

Pajama Jeans are a good sex education
initiative for programs that want to promote
abstinence.
So, I know it’s been awhile since I have written a new post. I have been busy, as I am sure many of you have, with trying to keep my New Year’s resolutions and then not keeping them, and then saying I will start tomorrow. More on that soon. Anyway, though—today I just want to share a short, light, whimsical story of my sadness. Yesterday at work was a day when I could wear jeans if I also wore a hat. My school has these hats and jeans days once a month. (It’s a character education initiative, and I won’t go into it here, but the hats do, indeed, actually link to something educational.) Telling me I can wear a hat to work is like telling me that all calories in all foods have been suspended for the day and I can eat whatever I want; it is the realization of a dream of mine.

There is not much I enjoy less than having to get up at 5:45 in the morning and fix my hair. Fixing it usually involves washing it, and getting in the shower at a time when I am barely conscious and would rather roll back over and continue dreaming that every furniture item in my house is made of edible chocolate is unpleasant, at best. At worst it is harrowing and enough to drive me to drink. So, knowing that there is one day a month when I can just get up, throw on a hat, and then wear my comfy jeans is a lifeline that gets me through washing my hair early in the morning most days. In my ideal world, my every-day work wardrobe would consist of pajama pants and my extra-large-sized t-shirt I got when I finished physical therapy for my shoulder, you know? After all, although everyone acts like jeans are so comfortable, we all know that pants with an elastic waist are the best things in the world! In fact, I think they should be worn everywhere, and that designer outfits should be based on them. Come to think of it, maybe I should just start wearing those Pajama Jeans I have seen on TV to work on hats and jeans days. That would be a good compromise! (Although, something tells me that the wearing of Pajama Jeans would sound the death knell for my sense of style, and the chance that I will ever go on a date again.)

Today the unthinkable happened: I forgot about the hats and jeans day! In fact, I not only forgot about it, but I actually even went the extra mile and dressed up, and even wore tights, even though I had to wear an orthopedic boot on my left foot because I almost have a stress fracture. I was feeling all good about myself because I had miraculously somehow picked out my outfit the night before I wore it, and then I walked into my school and saw several women in jeans and baseball caps, and I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. (In reality it was just the waistband of my tights creating a spectacular muffin top, which I hid under a blue sweater-top and a cardigan.)

If you ever had a chance to wear jeans to work, and you forgot and wore a dress you got on clearance at an Old Navy end-of-season sale that you had to put two sweaters over to make it weather appropriate, then you feel my pain. I wanted to squat down and scream a-la John McEnroe in the 1980’s. And to top it all off, yesterday was a day I worked the after-school program, so I was at work hanging out in my tights with my dramatic muffin top until 6 PM. However, the suave style provided by my black orthopedic boot served to really make my outfit memorable, and I am sure that my co-workers will be whispering about its grandiosity for weeks to come. In fact, maybe I could take a photo of myself wearing my orthopedic boot, and find a photo of another woman wearing an orthopedic boot, and I could put it out in a “Who Wore It Best?” column on my blog. I think this idea has merit!


I am now hoping we will get another jeans day sometime soon so that I can have the opportunity to pair my orthopedic boot with jeans, and maybe actually tuck my jeans into my boot, as that is clearly the style now. I hope that you never experience the abject despair I experienced upon realizing I had missed out an opportunity to both wear comfy pants and not fix my hair. However, if you do arrive at work and discover you have missed such a fashion opportunity, I recommend that you immediately open Google, search for Pajama Jeans, and choose the rush delivery!