Once upon a time (like, a week-and-a-half ago), I spent the day with my mother-in-law.
Actually, we do this every Wednesday.
But on this particular Wednesday, I was highly uncomfortable.
I had dressed that morning, choosing to wear my most comfortable jeans even though I couldn’t find my belt. Even though I knew (from irritating experience) that within an hour (the time it takes to drive to my MIL’s house) . . . those jeans would be stretched out.
And stretched out jeans worn sans belt . . . are highly uncomfortable.
I had hoped that wearing a long brown cardigan would help cover the sagginess between hikes. (Not hike: long trek through the woods. Hike: yanking up of droopy drawers with one hand while walking.)
But alas, this particular brown cardigan, while good at covering the rear, did nothing to hide the sag in front. Its fabric is rather slippery, and its design (plus MY design) causes it to fall wide open. Not hiding anything at all.
That plus a poor choice of undershirt meant I was left walking around a very nice department store holding my pants up with one hand while pushing a wheelchair with the other.
Which isn’t easy.
A very nice department store with plenty of belts. But I couldn’t/wouldn’t buy one since my MIL would want to buy it for me, which isn’t the purpose of these outings. Besides, my belt will turn up soon.
And then, as soon as I got home from my day of saggy-jeans-hiking and wheelchair-pushing, I remembered that I have another brown cardigan. One that falls quite beautifully and hides what needs to be hidden.
One that I purchased recently when I had forgotten about the slippery, poorly-falling one.
I do not need two brown cardigans.
Really, I don’t. So I purged the bad one.
And I’m proud of myself for making what shouldn’t be such a difficult decision, but is.