June 26, 2012 in Hardy-har-har
As usual, at about the same time everyone else is trying to get away from something, I’m just learning about it.
Case in point: Yoga Pants
I kept hearing other bloggers talk about how ashamed they were that they’re resigned to them…which made me ask…
What is this ‘yoga pants’ you speak of, Ladies?
I just had to check them out. I was on a mission. I actually Googled “yoga pants” to see what I could find. And to my surprise, I found that I might just be able to pull off the yoga pant look and find comfort equal to my beloved skirts and dresses on days when my leg hair creeps to a noticeable length.
Low and behold, while perusing my local Costco with my newly acquired membership, I came upon a display with a bunch of yoga pants. No way! Yoga pants – at Costco? Does anyone buy clothes at Costco, let alone yoga pants? I gave ‘em a look, just for grins. The girl on the package looked pretty chill. And she accessorized her yoga pants with a loose blouse and fluffy scarf. Hmm. I could pull that off. But first I had to check my options elsewhere.
I looked at Target because, c’mon, I’m always looking for an excuse to look at anything at Target. And Target is pretty much the only other place I go that has yoga pants. But I couldn’t do it. Target’s yoga pants just looked too…well…yoga pantsy. So back to Costco.
I can’t believe I bought yoga pants at Costco but I have to say…THEY ARE AWESOME!
Why is everyone trying to get out of these things? Ridiculous! If it weren’t so dang hot my new yoga pants would be the base to my go-to, almost-daily wardrobe. The only question I have is, what can I wear with my new find that at least partially covers my padonka donk? T-shirts long enough to do the trick would be like XXL or something. I’m not embarrassed of the ‘ole caboose but I’m just not into flaunting it around town…anymore.
I am a bit ashamed to admit something, though, about my new pair of yoga pants: I wore them out to dinner. I didn’t mean to – it just happened. My husband and I were given a last minute opportunity to go on the first date we’ve had in almost a year and so I just ran for it. I wouldn’t have cared if I were wearing a moo moo and Kermit the Frog slippers, my ass was getting in the car. So, I was only slightly embarrassed about being in yoga pants while sipping on $2 margaritas.
Any who, thanks for the suggestion my fellow yoga pant clad lady blogger friends…I will be happy to take your discarded yoga pant collection after you’ve moved on to an equally comfortable yet more stylish substitute. One that I, of course, will not know about until a good five years after you have begun raving.