13 January 2011

6 pantsed

in my neverending quest to impose order on a closet that defies organization and my newfound desire to become a girl who does not need an armoir (a tricky business indeed), i spent some of last weekend sorting through my clothes. during which time i happened upon a drawer of denims i did not know i owned.

change happens suddenly. some random boy puts his hand on your bare knee and you think, i will never wear pants again.

change happens suddenly, but we often grow aware of it gradually. i don't realize how utterly and totally i have forsaken pants until i open that drawer and there they are. like a time capsule of denimoline, circa fall 2009. back when i was a whole other girl. a girl who needed five pairs of low-rise, boot-cut jeans that i will now, never wear again.

6 comments:

Megan said...

I always feel the need to do this reorganization special on you after every blog post about your closet.

oline said...

oh, yes. i'd forgotten i have a long history of blogging about this, which prompted me to the refile this and peek at the closet category, which sent me down a spiral of shame.

Linda said...

don't throw away ALL the bootlegs! what if you CAMP??

oline said...

i think you're underestimating my ability to wear a skirt while doing ANYTHING. swinging, skating, mountain climbing. i like to think horseback riding, but that has yet to be proven true.

Megan said...

Caro--you'd just ride side saddle. :)

oline said...

hmmm, i don't know about side-saddle what with my deep-seated fear of brain injury from equine disaster. much as i loved christopher reed, he has ruined horseback riding for everyone.