Tuesday, December 5
"Do I look fat in these..."
Geezaree, talk about a loaded question! Ask Answer it, and depending on what you say and how you say it, you might just earn a smack upside the head.
Let's talk "fat jeans", not "phat" jeans. The first one is not good. The second one is v e r y good.
This weekend I was on a tear and totally cleaned out our closet, my part, anyway. It's a decent sized walk-in, clothes can hang on three sides. To the right and left, there are two rows for hanging, dead ahead just one for full-length clothing, to accommodate my evening gowns and fur coats (ha!).
While I loathe this chore, the result is always worth it. Everything is sorted by Season first, then type, and I go so far as to arrange color, too. Note, I draw the line at alphabetizing my clothes, so this is not an O-C act. My sweaters seem happier living with sweaters, my pants delight in hanging around with their two-legged counterparts, and so on. Ahhh, yes...order to the universe, AND...I can actually find what I'm looking for.
The most difficult part of this exercise is purging. I feel like I owe my clothes some debt of gratitude or something, like I'm obligated to keep them until they wear out. This is both a stewardship issue (for me) and for some items, I've developed a weird relationship with them--I CAN'T get rid of them because of the emotional attachment.
Sometimes I'm a freak that way.
Yesterday morning, it was COLD for these parts, the lowest of the season. I needed heavy jeans, not a pair of some of my lighter weights. So, I grabbed a pair I knew I hadn't worn in a long time.
Apparently a VERY long time.
I pulled them on and almost immediately knew something was wrong. They were "heavy", yes, but my first thought was I had accidentally hung a pair of Tad's pants with my pants. I am used to a tighter fit, because, for the most part, they're DESIGNED to fit that way (and it doesn't hurt to have added 5 pounds, either). Not this pair, the legs were HUGE, there was room in the rear, and although the waistline was below my belly button, they felt like they were nearing my chin.
And then I realized what was going on.
I had on my "fat jeans", jeans that fit the first winter I lived in Tennessee, jeans that fit the last winter in South Carolina, JEANS THAT IN SPITE OF MY ADDED FIVE POUNDS DON'T FIT ANYMORE! WAAAHOOOO!!!
I almost took them off. But you know what? I kept 'em on. All day. They might not have looked good, but they felt good. It reminded me of where I was "then" and where I am "now"...not just literally, but figuratively as well. (Hmmm, now I'm punning all over the place! Call me a Pamela wannabe). Maybe fat jeans ARE the better choice. Everyone needs a pair that can cheer ya up like this :).
Hmmmm. Yessiree, I might not've looked phat on the outside, but I was all that--and more--on the inside!
Let's talk "fat jeans", not "phat" jeans. The first one is not good. The second one is v e r y good.
This weekend I was on a tear and totally cleaned out our closet, my part, anyway. It's a decent sized walk-in, clothes can hang on three sides. To the right and left, there are two rows for hanging, dead ahead just one for full-length clothing, to accommodate my evening gowns and fur coats (ha!).
While I loathe this chore, the result is always worth it. Everything is sorted by Season first, then type, and I go so far as to arrange color, too. Note, I draw the line at alphabetizing my clothes, so this is not an O-C act. My sweaters seem happier living with sweaters, my pants delight in hanging around with their two-legged counterparts, and so on. Ahhh, yes...order to the universe, AND...I can actually find what I'm looking for.
The most difficult part of this exercise is purging. I feel like I owe my clothes some debt of gratitude or something, like I'm obligated to keep them until they wear out. This is both a stewardship issue (for me) and for some items, I've developed a weird relationship with them--I CAN'T get rid of them because of the emotional attachment.
Sometimes I'm a freak that way.
Yesterday morning, it was COLD for these parts, the lowest of the season. I needed heavy jeans, not a pair of some of my lighter weights. So, I grabbed a pair I knew I hadn't worn in a long time.
Apparently a VERY long time.
I pulled them on and almost immediately knew something was wrong. They were "heavy", yes, but my first thought was I had accidentally hung a pair of Tad's pants with my pants. I am used to a tighter fit, because, for the most part, they're DESIGNED to fit that way (and it doesn't hurt to have added 5 pounds, either). Not this pair, the legs were HUGE, there was room in the rear, and although the waistline was below my belly button, they felt like they were nearing my chin.
And then I realized what was going on.
I had on my "fat jeans", jeans that fit the first winter I lived in Tennessee, jeans that fit the last winter in South Carolina, JEANS THAT IN SPITE OF MY ADDED FIVE POUNDS DON'T FIT ANYMORE! WAAAHOOOO!!!
I almost took them off. But you know what? I kept 'em on. All day. They might not have looked good, but they felt good. It reminded me of where I was "then" and where I am "now"...not just literally, but figuratively as well. (Hmmm, now I'm punning all over the place! Call me a Pamela wannabe). Maybe fat jeans ARE the better choice. Everyone needs a pair that can cheer ya up like this :).
Hmmmm. Yessiree, I might not've looked phat on the outside, but I was all that--and more--on the inside!
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Man, I am still fitting into my fat jeans...:(
First of all, yeah!
Second of all, you have segregationalist clothes. I think you need to bus in the sweaters to the button downs. Mix and mingle.
I'm afraid to get rid of my post-pregnancy fat clothes because I'm worried that, being middle aged, I may need them again.
"So, could you come clean out my closet and do it for me?" asks She who still has things haning in there from the 80's.
I don't really have fat jeans, LOL! But I do have my clothes split up depending on what mode I'm in. The shirt in my avatar no longer fits me, nor do a number of others. It all depends on how heavy I'm lifting. If I lay off for a while or just do super high reps then it'll fit again. But that's just not how it works for me. The slightest bit of training and it looks like I borrowed my shirts from a little brother. They're super tight in the sleeves, short in the length and too narrow in the shoulders.
But I don't just like to bulk either. So, now I keep a slim and a bulkier look. We'll see how well it goes. It gets discouraging at times.
Amen, sister! I know those jeans, I own those jeans, and I sometimes wear those jeans! I will never get rid of them either. Of course, the jeans that I wear now would have been considered "fat jeans" a few years ago....before I had kids....before my rear expanded to the point of no return....man, what we do for our kids.
(As I type this comment, Funny Girl is sitting in my lap wanting to be a part of this conversation. So I ask her, "Does Mommy look fat?" to which she replies "You mean your fat booty?" Little stinker.)
Last year at this time I was having gallbladder problems and my fat jeans were falling off me. This year they fit again! ACK! Time to get on the treadmill!
Yeah for you -
Unfortunately, my fat jeans are now fitting again. sigh...not a good time of the year to be losing weight, but we do what we must.
My husband has the same stinkin' clothes year after year after year. Granted, they are now out of style, but the pint is, they still FIT him!
I've got my tubs and bins in the basement for all seasons and sizes. Pregnancy in winter, pregnancy in summer, post-pregnancy, finally slimming down, oops! pregnant again... etc. etc.
I cling to the idea that someday (when all this baby bearing is over with) there will be ONE size for me. And gee whiz, I sure hope it's a smaller size than what it is now. ;)
My fat jeans are too tight for me to wear anymore, looks like I'll have to bring out the morbidly obese jeans.
Not to put too fine a point in it but...
If read the wrong way these sentences seem to be contradictory.
"Note, I draw the line at alphabetizing my clothes, so this is not an O-C act. My sweaters seem happier living with sweaters, my pants delight in hanging around with their two-legged counterparts..."
What part of putting sweaters with sweaters and pants with pants is not alphabetizing? I would never suggest that this is an O-C act, as it is quite clearly an act of insanity.
I'm so glad I've made a decision to avoid cheap shots, otherwise this could have got nasty.
I outgrew my fat pants :(
I happy for you though, congratulations!
Congratulations! At least they were not "mom jeans" as my daughter calls me fat jeans!
Alphabetizing clothes? Why haven't I thought of that? My spices are in ABC order, my catalogs are in ABC order, and now...my clothes?
O-C A-R...I think I phit somewhere.
Since when does DubYaT refrain from making cheap shots? How dull will life be now?
Are you still on for this recycling challenge? I haven't heard from you in awhile...I promise I won't be "correcting" you anymore...that was a joke, you know...I never have a clue what I'm talking about, talking about, talking about..
;) My closet is hung by categories and then color order.
That is because my store is hung in color order and I can't stand for the closet to not be the same:)
WOW! Fat jeans, what a great idea. I always throw them away and look how great they could make me feel now. Thanks for sharing.
Daggum...! If I subscribed to Steven Novak's way of responding to comments, I'd jump to 30 in a heartbeat. But......been gone all afternoon, just came home to "this", and I've got to say, I laughed--out loud--on several of your thoughts. Waaaaaaaay to lazy at the moment to type in 14 different word verifications, so this will be longer than the post ;). Here goes nuttin'.....:
Claudia, Ummmm, I didn't exactly need a belt to hold mine up :/...so I hear ya.
Heather, Hmmmm, party in a closet? Sounds kinda fun--and kinky--to me;). Geez, if they have babies, would balled up socks be the result?
Carol, my children LAUGHED at me a few weeks ago when I put on a dress from (ahem) 1989--a floral polyester blend with SHOULDER PADS! Personally, I think it still looks great, the rest of the family laughed at me until, in shame, the dress ran for cover in the darkest, most remote corner of my closet :(. I still have some stuff from the 70s....! And yes, I'd be delighted to fly to Texas to provide my services.
Hey, y'all, Mike's buff. I think we need a picture of him with his shirt OFF ;) O:) (My work out program begins.....TOMORROW!)
Susan, Funny Girl, ai yi yi, she made me giggle, stinker or not. Did I see this year's Christmas photo at your place??? I forgot to ask there.
Sally, a 3-day stomach virus wouldn't hurt my feelings, that's for sure...but I know your stuff was a LOT worse than that! Glad you're well--forget fat/phat jeans!
Karmyn, I bought 2 packs of Adkins shakes today. That's lunch tomorrow :/.
Erin, two years ago I got down to my HIGH SCHOOL WEIGHT! It normalized about7-8 pounds heavier (until recently). You'll get there...it's easier when they're older, I promise.
Willowtree, (snorts & giggles), I wondered who'd counter my denials & delusions--OF COURSE it was YOU! And, btw, I don't suffer from my insanity....I enjoy every minute of it ;).
Kila ~ Well durn....what can I say?? :( hugs???? :)
Yvonne ~ I had to smile at your comment, kids cut right to the chase, huh?
Swampy, OH MY WORD! MY SPICES ARE ALPHABETIZED, TOO! That's going to be one of my "weird" things when I do that Tag you hit me with (tomorrow). We should email each other on the recycle thing, I was giving you time to get settled. Tomorrow, k? And good lord, woman, I BEG for correction if by some slim chance I'm wrong about something ;).
Malissa, Makes PERFECT sense to me! Your store has GOT to be very appealing!
Nancy, I consider my blog a plethora of information to help others. I'm glad you found the needle in the haystack ;) (and thanks for stopping in).
There once was a girl whose slim thighs
provided this mornings surprise
Her jeans were so big
She danced a Phat jig
And alphabetized them by size
I would just like to say that since I started blogging, I've gained five pounds. And I hate them.
You are too funny -- maybe I should have kept those jeans to make me feel better...But I do sort my cloths like you do - I like to find my stuff :)
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