Will I ever know for sure? (PM)

I had no idea that J was so conflicted on this issue, or I would never have asked about the crazy leggings! 

I wish I had some great insight to offer here, but I really don't. I mean, I was the one asking J for insight into crazy leggings. 

Here are things I know for sure. 

Trying something on and deciding it isn't for you can sometimes be disappointing, but it's better than buying the thing and wishing you hadn't. I think that's something J can take from the Obus pants situation. Just because they look good on another lady and practical at the pool does not mean she made the wrong call. Buying something that isn't quite right is the wrong call. If you'd done it, you would see that lady at the pool and thing Hmph, it's alright for some. 

Trying something on and knowing you love it and want it and then choosing not to get it...that is a downright eff up. I've done it. Lord knows I've done it. 

At least we're being honest with ourselves and each other now. 

And let's remind oursleves of fran's grandmother's words in Strictly Ballroom next time we're in this situation.

Will I ever know for sure? (AM)

I've learnt, over time, that some questions have definitive answers. Like is Chris Hemsworth a hunk? (Yes.)

And others don't, like is climate change real? Or did The Holocaust really happen. Just jokes. Of course the answer to those questions is no. Just jokes.

But seriously folks, I wonder if there are just some things we'll never know. Like do I want printed pants in my life or not?

I think that even if I bought some printed pants I still wouldn't know if they were right for me. Or is the fact that I've never bought them the answer? Shit you guys!

I thought I'd put this question to bed last year. You see, Obus were putting out printed leggings and soft pants with great prints that I coveted yet never bought. I even tried some on but I felt like Crazy Legs. I thought that was the answer; I tried, I failed, I moved on.

But now I always see this woman I know wearing the Obus printed semi-leggings I wanted. She wears them to the pool and I always wish I was wearing them. So comfortable and easy to change in and out of for a swim. Cute too. And still I tried to forget them. But then K messaged me the other day:What do you think about crazy leggings?

"I DON'T KNOW!!" I wanted to yell via text message. "What do you want me to tell you? That not a day goes by that I don't think about those weird white leggings with the blue and purple splatters?! That I wish they were in my life today as much as I wished it the day I tried them on?! Is that what you want to hear?! Because that is the truth? Could I make it work with them? I don't know! There's no guarantees in this life. Sure you can take the safe option, but do you want to live life regretting the things that might have been? I don't! I've tried that, I've done it too much for too long! But I don't know how to change." That's what I should have said, that's the truth. Instead I just told her, "I kind of love them."

God, why can't I just be honest? With K, with myself, with the world!? I guess I've got a lot to think about. We all do.*


*Not really. Probably just I do.

Printed pants (AM)

I bet you don't need me to tell you about the proliferation of printed pants. You go through years, fashion movement after fashion movement, with nothing like a printed pant, funny colours maybe, a check here or there and then, whammo, wack ass prints everywhere! And first you think, "that is some wack shit, what are people thinking?!" And then as time wears on, you wear down and start thinking, "Should I be wearing printed pants?" First you push it out of your mind knowing you are probably just tired and weak but then you start seeing things, thinking, "But maybe they are cool".

It's not that I was seeing random women in printed pants and coveting them. Let me make it clear that I think the majority of print pants look shit, it was the Obus Instagram feed that started me thinking maybe I was missing out on something.

  

The thing is that I look at these pants now and I know they are ugly, but for some reason I kept thinking about them. This print also comes in a legging which I thought may be acceptable. Until, of course, I realised none of it was acceptable. I don't even really love the print, but something about their styling on Instagram just kept me going back to look at them. 

I'm happy to report that so far my legs are still only clad in block colours of black and blue, and with the promise of normal jeans at my finger tips I think I am out of this print pant madness. I think. I know that if I ever fell I would have to confess my folly to you all. That's how I role, I'm a great confessor of my most embarrassing acts, let's hope, friends, that day never comes.

The Wayne Carey Workout (PM)

Did you see that Billy Conelly show about the bears? Those guys have it really tough. Unless you are talking about the kind of bear that wears tops and no pants. Those guys seem to have it pretty sweet.

Speaking of the Wayne Carey ensemble it's important to note that the key to the hilarity is that Wayne Carey wasn't wearing underwear in that story. There's nothing funny about a t-shirt and socks if you've got undies on. The pyjama ensemble if champions, that is. Bare legs with a t-shirt is summer's answer to tracksuit pants. But in the Wayne Carey story some young woman walked into a hotel room where Carey sat drunk and beshirted yet pantsless on the end of his bed. Now that's funny.

You can call me old fashioned but undies are usually the first garment on and the last garment off when I'm doing any kind of dressing or undressing. I guess I don't want to know how Wayne Carey gets dressed and I sure as he'll don't want to know how he gets undressed. 

The upshot of all this is that if you weren't wearing underwear yesterday mate, kudos to you for your weird and slightly gross workout. If you were wearing undies, I'm afraid to say you were just another working out at home on washing day.