Well, it's an achievement of some kind or another
My yoga pants don't fit.
My bang-about-the-house, this-is-what-I-wear-after-taking-off-my-uncomfortable-yet-professonal-office-clothes yoga pants that I got for $35 from the Obama campaign shop this spring are too big.
My stretchy, comfy yoga pants. Too big. I-constantly-have-to-pull-them-back-up-to-where-they're-supposed-to-be big.
Hooray for losing weight!
However, replacement somewhat-smaller yoga pants are not available from the Obama shop, which sucks, because I needs me some comfy pants to wear when I get home from work (or when I'm working from home), dang it, but I don't want to spend what people apparently spend on yoga pants, which is stupid money. (READ: more than $35.)
Please note, I don't do yoga. Not my bag. I just like the pants. The comfy, stretchy, kinda-sorta waistband-less pants. (I am more and more like Liz Lemon every day.)
My bang-about-the-house, this-is-what-I-wear-after-taking-off-my-uncomfortable-yet-professonal-office-clothes yoga pants that I got for $35 from the Obama campaign shop this spring are too big.
My stretchy, comfy yoga pants. Too big. I-constantly-have-to-pull-them-back-up-to-where-they're-supposed-to-be big.
Hooray for losing weight!
Click to viewHowever, replacement somewhat-smaller yoga pants are not available from the Obama shop, which sucks, because I needs me some comfy pants to wear when I get home from work (or when I'm working from home), dang it, but I don't want to spend what people apparently spend on yoga pants, which is stupid money. (READ: more than $35.)
Please note, I don't do yoga. Not my bag. I just like the pants. The comfy, stretchy, kinda-sorta waistband-less pants. (I am more and more like Liz Lemon every day.)