what not to toss

eel and i may have spent part of the weekend sitting on her couch, watching "what not to wear" on TLC and cackling like the witches we are. it's a truly awful piece of television programming, and that's quite an insult coming from someone who watches repeats of "two a days."

in case you've never seen the show (and good for you, by the way), some poor woman with terrible fashion sense gets picked on by these two skinny bitches who show up at her home/workplace, kidnap her and her ugly clothes, insult her whilst they literally throw her entire wardrobe into a garbage can, and then give her $5,000 to buy new clothes, according to their directions. hmmm.....on second thought, this show rules.

anyway, as eel and i were watching this woman cry when her flannel shirts and clogs got tossed, and between forkfuls of birthday cake, i started thinking about my clothes and my attachment to them. for the most part, there's not alot. i can appreciate the jeans that are the perfect length or the sweater vest that makes me feel like a doctoral student, but ultimately, they're just things that i temporarily enjoy, overuse, and then discard.

with 2 exceptions.

first, i have a down vest that was incredibly out of my price range when i bought it as a poor college undergrad, but has provided me with warmth and comfort and at times, the emotional support not provided by my own family. the fit is right, the color is great, and it's gotten me through a boston winter, which says alot. i love this vest, and would be inconsolable if forced to part with it.

second....my adidas track pants. part of the reason these things are so freaking cool is because they're older than i am. i think they actually qualify for "vintage" status. i got them at a garage sale last summer. they're not that annoying swishy material, either. they're a cotton/poly blend, and they're fire-engine red, and they're insanely comfortable. some weekends i spend the entire 48 hours in them, but that's really neither here nor there. they're freaking awesome, they're irreplaceable, and they cost less than a tube of burts bees.

i've provided a photo of said pants in all their glory. as you can see from the junk in the background, while blogging and watching bad tv are high priorities of mine, cleaning my room and unpacking shopping bags are not.

in conclusion, if stacey and clinton ever come a-knockin', they'll have to pry these suckers off my cold, dead legs. i think it was sir william wallace who once said "they may take our hoodies, but they'll never take...our track pants."