Pantalones del milagro.

So, I ordered some pants online last week, as I’d given up on EVERY SINGLE PAIR OF PANTS IN THE TRI-STATE AREA SWEET FANCY MOSES.  I am not a big online shopper when it comes to clothes.  I’m terribly uncomfortable buying something without trying it on and while I know things can be returned if they don’t fit, it seems like a lot of work and I’m sort of…lazy.

But my pants-situation was making me feel bad about myself, and that can’t be tolerated.  Therefore, I took extremely precise measurements and tried my best to estimate what size I needed, and then I went for it.

Well, went for it in a very small way.  One pair of pants.

They arrived yesterday and I very carefully opened the box lest I  need to repackage them for return, but OH!

The pants!  They fit!

They are comfortably loose, but not clownish or gaping at the waist.  They aren’t snug or weird-fitting anywhere.

I very nearly cried.

I’m wearing them today and feeling entirely too cute for my own good.  They’re probably a wee bit bigger than I really need and I could likely fit into a size smaller, but why bother when these pants make me feel so happy?

I’m definitely ordering 85 more pairs.  Or maybe just two or three, since I’m but a poor social worker.  But I was thinking this morning how lovely it would be to have several pairs of these pants in various colors in my closet, and how having such a bounty of pants would make me want to not lose weight because they they would stop fitting and my heart would be sad.

Usually pants-encounters make me want to diet and cry and cry and diet.  But pants that make me want to force people to look at my adorable booty and possibly even skip and sing songs?

Why, those are miracle pants. 

Not bad for $59.50 plus shipping.