Pants.

Today we got home from Oregon. What a fantastic vacation! It was filled with visits to galleries, crafty shops, seafood (yum!), family games of foozball, ping-pong and air-hockey (that proved that though not athletically inclined, we Zimmermans do have a competitive streak) trips to the beach and aquarium, and lots of good food. Both the trip down and back were pleasant, and I managed (thanks to modern pharmaceuticals) to breath the whole time, despite the 3 four legged sisters who also came. We slept 4 of us in a room with two sets of bunk beds. I think the most epic part was that my bed had a pirates of the caribbean bedspread, complete with cartoon renditions of Jack Sparrow and Will Turner. Oh Yeah! I only wish I had one for my room at school! (someday I'll insert a picture here). Rachel slept with the larger two of the 4 legged sisters in a queen sized bed (that Mollie likely used most of), and the parents got the master bedroom (because they're the parents).

On to the pants.

After all that family togetherness, I was ready to go out. So Rachel and I did, and we found the cutest corduroy pants for, wait for it... FIVE DOLLARS at charlotte rouse. I am starting to love that store! Then I came home, helped put together cookie plates for Dad to take to work (mostly mom did this, but I helped). Then I came back to the apartment, read for bed. And guess what I found in the bottom drawer of the dresser!?


These look very similar to the ones I am currently wearing. Except; mine are not new-- i'm fairly certain I stole them from my mom, who had them for eons prior to my stealing--, they are faded and the elastic has torn out of half of the bottom, the crotch has been sewn back together multiple times, but to me they are Beautiful!
It was like  saying hello to a long lost friend. You see, there are times in my life where I go on great purges of my things, trying to eliminate everything that I have emotional attachments to that I feel are unnecessary. For some TERRIBLE reason, I felt like these pants were ready to leave me and move on. It didn't take very long for Rachel to adopt them and love them and then promptly refuse to return them to me. I begged and pleaded, but to no avail. As fate would have it; these are my traveling pants. And they traveled back to me. Now, they don't make me look fabulous, nor will they help me to seduce some boy (like in the movie/book, I clearly wouldn't even know how to do that), but seriously. I am happy as a clam right now! All because of pants! Who knew?