There was a lot of talk about sweatpants and leisurewear in 2020. But I have to admit, I am not a sweatpants girl. Don't get me wrong, I love to wear them to bed, but when the daylight hits they go into hiding. And we have all heard the jokes about sweatpants and working from home. Sweatpants are the new mullet.. Business on top, party down below...no one has to know that you haven't showered or changed your underwear in 10 days.
...Ah the mullet, my friends and I used to call it the S.T.L.B. (Short on the Top, Long in the Back). FYI...Acronyms are great when you want to subtly point something out without being understood by the vey person you are pointing it out about...
...But back to sweatpants, I just don't get them. It's not that I don't like to be cozy. I LOVE to be cozy. But my cozy is sourced elsewhere. It comes from a dusty basement, a donation box or the a back of a closet. It usually has frayed edges and faded blues. The cuffs are misshapen the pockets and kneecaps torn, the fly dotted with buttons.
Chances are on any given day, I am wearing one of the three pairs of old Levis just outside of the Zoom view. Each pair born and worn decades before I found them, yet still perfectly timeless and complimentary in mine. One stained with the paint of houses with rips and holes perfect for hot days. One belled for the disco that is being DJ’d by Alexa in my living room. The other sporting a wallet shaped distress mark on the back pocket perfectly bulged to fit my phone. I can wear them with slippers, and tank tops and rain boots and oversized sweaters. I can tuck in my t-shirt and put on some dangly earrings, a hat and be bar ready in 5 minutes flat..but that one will have to wait...
...Until then, I will be wearing the one thing that makes me feel most me. Eclectic and wiser with each wear around the sun. Cozy in my one thing.
