Usually, I’m several fashion trends behind, if not more. Just when I morphed out of the double-knit era to go into jeans, I’m left behind again by the advent of skinny jeans. This isn’t a bad thing for me since the jeans I do wear bag around my legs and posterior to accommodate for my ample waist.
I was just going to dip my toe into these new waters when I learned I’d been abandoned again. Now I need to check out yoga pants. At least this apparel fits my body better. “Fits” is not an exaggeration. Every mole or dimple is disclosed. In fact, when I catch a glimpse of another style participant, the wearer looks like she forgot to put on the rest of her outfit.
Despite all this, I bravely purchased a pair and went out into public, trying to feel presentable. I was just beginning to relax and be part of the current culture when my grandsons noticed my new fashion statement.
“Grandma’s wearing yoga pants!” They exclaimed in shock.
Could it be their ancient, out-of-style grandma could commit such a breach of grandmotherly standards?
We were ready to go out to celebrate my oldest grandson’s birthday, so I didn’t have time to change. But should I? Really? I was covered, if not too modestly, and certainly not alone in my “yogishness.” They would just have to adjust to my new status, as not totally out-of-style, on occasion. That is, in style, if I can adjust to the sensation of going out into public wearing tights without cover.
Dianna
Sharing the Fruit of Maturity
