Being a writer means that I sit on my bottom a lot which means that I wear only comfortable clothing. I live in my polar fleece top, tracksuit pants and Ugg boots.
But yesterday my daughter told me that my eight-year old Target tracksuit pants look like poo catchers – a term I discovered young people use for pants that sag under and around your backside.
I looked in the mirror and sure enough, my pants were exactly as my daughter described them. They reminded me of a one year olds fully laden nappy.
I laughed at first, but then my laugh faded.
I thought back to all the times I had innocently worn them up the street to buy milk or take the dog for a walk or to post a letter.
So its goodbye and into the bin for my dear old friend. You have served me well.
RIP
Oh dear, now I have to go and check mine. The curse of the writer!
Another confession I have to make is that if I’m home for the day sometimes I just put my polar fleece top and tracksuit pants on over my nightie. It’s definitely NOT a good look.