What I Wore Sunday, August 4, 2013
- Anthro-Inspired Polka-Dot Peplum Top: White Plum Boutique via Groopdealz
- Navy cami: Maurices
- Red pants: Kohls
- Nude heels
- Gold necklace: Panorama Necklace, in gold by lia sophia
The Story Behind the Red Pants
In college, my grandpa took me shopping right before Christmas. I feel like it may have been my sophomore year of college, though it could have been as late as my junior year. The eldest granddaughter by 10 years and the first girl in the family in 60 years, “doted on” by my grandparents doesn’t quite describe it. We left the mall that day with a sweater and a pair of red pants.
In 2003, I found myself in a bar in the middle of New Jersey. As the city had just been blanketed in many inches of snow thanks to a wicked blizzard, FireDad — only FireGuy at the time — and I were the only people in the establishment. As he played “Crash Into Me” on the jukebox, I leaned over the pool table to make a spectacularly bad shot. I wasn’t good at pool then, and I’m not now. But still, I stretched over that table clad in those red pants.
Years came and went. The red pants from college hung in the closet for two, then three, then four years without being worn. As I gained the weight due to my back injury from 2010 to 2012, I got rid of the red pants during the Great Closet Purge before we moved into the new house in March 2012.
In August 2012, FireDad and I had a series of Very Serious Conversations. In short and to put it lightly, my anxiety was high and my self-confidence was low. The decision was made to get back on medication. My husband, ever the fixer, also decided to take me shopping. He bought me a pair of dressy red pants and a pair of red jeans.
I wore the red jeans a few times. And before I could wear the dressy red pants, I lost all the weight I had gained. Oops?
On a shopping trip this past spring, I came across a big sale at Kohl’s (SO SHOCKING, I KNOW) and found these red pants for 50% off of $19.20. Never one to pass up a sale of that magnitude, I bought them and promptly put them in my closet. Where they stayed until today because wearing red pants is a bold move.
I came out of the bedroom, dressed and ready, without having mentioned to my husband what I was wearing. He took one look at me and smiled a genuine smile; that smile I’ve fallen in love with over and over again for the past ten years. I’ll never get tired of seeing that smile.
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