My mom died last month so I don't have to wear real pants anymore.
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| Close up of the unicorn onesie. |
"Hello, ma'am did you [takes in my unicorn onesie] find everything okay?"
"My mom just died."
"Oh. Honey. Well just look at your shiny horn!"
I also have these amazing huge elastic band flower pants that make me want to cry they are so light and cozy. I feel like I'm in a commercial when I wear them.
Ah, cookie pants--those forgiving stretchy favorites that fit no matter what time of the month it is for me. I think the original reference is from "Scrubs." Something about wearing pants that stretch so you can eat as many cookies as you want without a waistband cutting you in half.
Now, I'm lucky enough to work from home so 92% of my wardrobe is pajamas, cookie pants, backup pajamas, loose leggings, and T-shirts. The rest is dresses I don't have to zip. Oh, and one pair of jeans reserved for Target runs. Where I can get more cookie pants. Also, my toes have been cold since 2006 so I'm usually in slippers.
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| Gorgeous. |
I don't know why I'm thinking about my wardrobe right now.
Maybe it has to do with the basics? Food, clothing, shelter. At all of which my mom was an effing genius. A goddess. I miss her so swearing much. If the irreversible hole ripped into these last seven and a half weeks has taught me anything it's that I've missed blogging for her too. The only reason I started this blog was to hear my parents laugh.
Whatever I end up doing with it, it feels right, for now. And it's good to be back.
Especially in cookie pants.
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| Mom and me in 2016. Love you Momma. |
