Thursday, May 17, 2007

You Can Call Me Homer

I had a depressing revelation the other day. I got my summer clothes out of the extra closet at my Mom's house and took them home. I was so excited to see all my capris, short-sleeved shirts and summer khakis. It was like getting all new clothes!

My joy was dashed, however, when I put on my green Calvin Klein khakis...and found that they were tight! Last summer, they were super loose. What the hell happened to them in that closet?!

I paused for a moment and then reached for my linen Banana Republic pants. These pants are my pride and joy because they are a size 8, which is a total fluke, because I'm usually in the 10/12 range.

I got them on, but had to do the inhale-and-hold-breath routine to get them buttoned. WTF?

I decided that it must be time to cut back on rich foods (no more trips to Safeway at 2am for nacho cheese sauce) and time to start working out on the weekends and not just weekdays.

But, then, I had a flash of brilliance (or denial - potato, potahto). Maybe I could just take these offensive pants to the Goodwill. Yeah, they are kind of old. The linen ones are fraying along the edges of the pant legs and the khaki ones are kind of an out of style cut. Why didn't I think of this sooner?

Problem solved. Screw those pants, right?

Now all I need to do is find a sylish muumuu like Homer's...

2 comments:

daisymayrobin said...

Well, KittyKat, it seems quite obvious to me that your mother's closet must've somehow gotten damp during winter, then when it warmed up in spring, it shrunk your clothes. It is the ONLY obvious explanation! She should really have that looked into.

Kittykat said...

You might be onto something! It has been awfully hot upstairs at her house since the nice weather started AND her skylights were leaking over the winter - so that explains everything! Ahhhh, I will have to have a serious chat with her about this...perhaps over some coffee and pastries at the cute French bakery by her house...