These are pants that I bought when I first moved to Arkansas. I was really sad that I had to buy a size 22 (had I only known I would reach a size 26...), and eventually I outgrew them (they were too small)...and this was after I kind of wore them for a long time and relied on their stretch properties beyond when I should have.
Anyway, just thought I would report. It's always nice to get into a pair of old pants that feel like old friends that you thought you would never see again. Also, I wore a pair of pants earlier this week that I hadn't worn since grad school during the skinniest phase of my adult life. They were the pair of pants I wore when my grandma died, after which I really began piling on the weight again. What a moral victory to get into those.
Woot! Loose pants feel great! :-)
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