I feel a bit like Jimmy Fallon today…in my tight pants. Did you hear? They’re the tightest pants in all the land. Everybody’s talkin about them! (You need to watch this clip to understand the reference, otherwise, all of this good humor will be lost on you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nv7Ts4v5_Bs)
Anyway, currently wearing tight pants. I thought that I’d switch up my studying outfits– from sweats and leggings to something a little more dressy. Maybe if I’m feeling good about myself I’ll be more inclined to learn about CAFO’s? Maybe all the blood from my legs will rush to my brain and I’ll Jimmy Neutron-brain-blast-it all? (Need to factcheck on that.) Who knows. As of this very moment, I’m sipping coffee and feeling a bit uncomfortable.
I often find that tight pants are less than wonderful. The worst is when the button digs into your stomach…That’s why I’m more into the side zip these days. I bought a cute pair of capris from Anthropologie, and I am so grateful for the lack of button digging. (I feel like Mary Tyler Moore.) However, that doesn’t eliminate the very real feeling that bending over will cause an irreparable rip. I have slowly mastered the very fine art of leaning to the side, and picking things up that way.
For example, I’m sitting on a very high chair in my school’s coffee shop- it’s an Au Bon Pain, I feel like coffee shop is giving it too much credit– and in order to get my planner, rather than bending down, I’m just going to inch myself to the side of the seat, reach my hand down as far as it can go, and pull up. Other tricks include- never placing things on the floor, never wearing sneakers and loosening your standards a bit towards accidental littering. I’m not going to chase down my napkin in my tight pants. That would just be disastrous…