Variety Is The Spice Of Life

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That mother of mine…

Is most likely…turning over in her grave…the year…1996…young mama me…stands at the counter of that pizza place of her brother’s…waiting for a pizza to go…that mother of mine…working the counter…takes in her daughter’s garb…and says…you…have got to buy a pair of jeans…

Little me…young me…middle aged me…every single me…has tactile issues…hates anything binding…scratchy…non breathable…no lace…or elastic…or tight fitting anything…and so…those three years since the birth of that baby of hers…mama me…had become obsessed…with…the wind suit…had two…a red and a blue…wore…them…everywhere…they were just so comfy…fit just right…that swish swish of the leg fabric when walking…added just another element…of awesome coolness…

And so it is…we’ve come full circle…those sport shorts from Walmart…same wind suit fabric…same wind suit feel…same annoying yet soothing…swish swish…when you walk…once again obsessed…with this comfy heaven…so much so…just had to buy…a second pair…

But never fear…oh mother of mine…that daughter of yours promises…to mix it up this time…don the loose fitting jeans…or the bohemie print gauchos…cuz comfort is one thing…but variety…is the spice…of life…
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And that mother of of mine…would agree…