This week I say goodbye to a long time friend: my insanely large red capri pants. We first came together more than 6 years ago when I was working as a mentor on a floor of college students. Our school was sponsoring a night which was simply entitled "Crazy!" and all participants had to dress as oddly as they could. I went with several 
floormates to Goodwill, and we perused the racks with great laughter. We found so many amazing outfits in that one trip. I wish I had pictures of all of them. Well that night I ended up deciding to go as a grown baby in a blue onesee (which fit surprisingly well) and a bonnet, a pacifier, an ugly doll, and some HUGE fluorescent dinosaur slippers. I ended up placing in the top 7 for the entire school. It was a lot of fun.
But a piece of clothing that went unused that night but managed to stay with me for 6.5 years was an amazingly wide pair of red capri pants. I guess they just looked so wide on me because I was so skinny. And they were really short. I always wanted to know who had owned them before me.
Anyway, I don't know why, but these pants managed to stay with me over many years and through several moves. I got rid of piles of clothes in that time, but I never got rid of these. They were just the perfect Halloween pant. Instead of wearing them to Crazy night that first year, I wore them as part of a Halloween costume, and as far as I can remember, they have ended up in most Halloween-type situations since then. They've been my doozy pant of choice. They're just an article of clothing that breeds fun every time they come out, whether you're at a party or
wishing you were at a party. They're comfy and free-flowing. They stand out in a crowd. They really have lived up to all I ever could have imagined they would.
But this week I mailed a box of clothes to my grandparents in Mexico. Tiffkin and I went through our drawers & closets and packed a bunch of items that were just taking up space. We figure those in Mexico could have a better use for them than we did in the back of our drawers.
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So I don't know what will become of the red pants. Perhaps someday I'll hear about it again like I did my red beta fish. Hopefully they bring as much tamale joy to someone's life in Mexico as they did to dozens of people in this country.
floormates to Goodwill, and we perused the racks with great laughter. We found so many amazing outfits in that one trip. I wish I had pictures of all of them. Well that night I ended up deciding to go as a grown baby in a blue onesee (which fit surprisingly well) and a bonnet, a pacifier, an ugly doll, and some HUGE fluorescent dinosaur slippers. I ended up placing in the top 7 for the entire school. It was a lot of fun.But a piece of clothing that went unused that night but managed to stay with me for 6.5 years was an amazingly wide pair of red capri pants. I guess they just looked so wide on me because I was so skinny. And they were really short. I always wanted to know who had owned them before me.
Anyway, I don't know why, but these pants managed to stay with me over many years and through several moves. I got rid of piles of clothes in that time, but I never got rid of these. They were just the perfect Halloween pant. Instead of wearing them to Crazy night that first year, I wore them as part of a Halloween costume, and as far as I can remember, they have ended up in most Halloween-type situations since then. They've been my doozy pant of choice. They're just an article of clothing that breeds fun every time they come out, whether you're at a party or
wishing you were at a party. They're comfy and free-flowing. They stand out in a crowd. They really have lived up to all I ever could have imagined they would.But this week I mailed a box of clothes to my grandparents in Mexico. Tiffkin and I went through our drawers & closets and packed a bunch of items that were just taking up space. We figure those in Mexico could have a better use for them than we did in the back of our drawers.
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So I don't know what will become of the red pants. Perhaps someday I'll hear about it again like I did my red beta fish. Hopefully they bring as much tamale joy to someone's life in Mexico as they did to dozens of people in this country.
