My favourite pants are about 5 wears (maybe less) from being dead.

Not even my tried-and-true crotch-patches (you know, those little iron-on thingies that patch holes) can save them this time.

I'm sad. Now what will I wear when I roll out of bed at 7:00 to go to work to do an interview at 7:30, and then nap for an hour before work REALLY starts?


Bob Izumi Jr. December 3, 2008 at 3:09 PM  

I know this pain. My favourite shirt used to be a Hot Water Music t-shirt that I wore almost daily during the zenith of my punk rock "career" (mostly drinking until dawn). By the end, the holes in the armpits worked their way down the sides and I had to give the shirt the Old Yeller treatment before the shirt converted itself from into a ratty tunic.

Robyn December 3, 2008 at 4:17 PM  

I hear ya! My favourite jeans are in the process of doing the same thing... they're in desperate need of some crotch-patches (which I don't have, so I just make sure to cross my legs like a lady when I sit...), and none of my other jeans are nearly as worn-in or comfy :(

Matt, Kara and Hunter December 3, 2008 at 8:29 PM  

Sad! I just had to cut up my favorite pair that was approaching death. My mom is here and making a pattern from them to make me more maternity pants. I am fricken huge.