Oh moose pants-how do I love thee-let me count the ways:
- I love that I bought you during the after Christmas sales at Old Navy for $7.99, there was an entire rack of you and your siblings just waiting to be purchased and I took advantage and bought you and never looked back-
- I love that you stayed with me through nursing school, always waiting for me to come home after a long day of clinicals and put you on before I did anything else. Your softness continued to comfort me at my new place of employment as I dealt with the stress of being a NICU nurse, along with the anxiety and depression that plagued me this last winter-
- I love that due to countless washes you were the softest pair of pyjama pants I have ever owned-
- I love that you matched the moose plates that my Grandma gave us for Christmas one year-
- I love that my mom wore her pair of moose pants to Senor Iguana's one night when we went to dinner after going tanning and nobody noticed, yes-that's right, nobody noticed-
- I love that I wore you to Harmon's with my Uggs, embarassing my sister-
- I love that I continued to wear you even after the bottoms of your legs became frayed and worn because I loved you no matter what you looked like-
- I love that although I've purchased several new pairs of pyjama pants since that day at Old Navy I've always come back to you-
And so, dear moose pants, I don't know how I will part from you but I know that I must let you go. Your life has lasted much longer than expected. Know that I will always cherish our days and nights together, and I will never forget the comfort you provided.
Love,
Your faithful wearer

1 comment:
I love this post. Oh btw I do own a sewing machine and I'm not to shabby at repairs. Just fyi.
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