Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The summer after my seventh grade year (that would be 1993 if you want to keep track) my Auntie M made my sister and I each a couple pairs of shorts for church camp. We were supposed to wear shorts that came to our knees, but they were impossible to find in Wal-Mart, so Mom enlisted the help of her sister and her sister's sewing machine. I believe the shorts were made for us to wear out that year and never think of again. That's not what happened, though. We wore those shorts for a long time, until eventually some of them did start to come apart. Except the blue pair. This pair of blue flowered shorts that you see pictured above just did not wear out. They stayed comfortable for, well, years.
In fact, they're still comfortable. Yes, I still wear them, much to Art's chagrin. He makes fun of them every single time he sees them. OK, yes, so maybe they are 16 years old, but still...I cannot let them go. They are so comfortable! They're loose and cool for the summer, but I don't have to be worried about bending down to pick up something. There are no snaps or buttons or zippers to get stuck or break. Just good old cotton and some (apparently) super-strong elastic.
Many's the time I've put them on the give-away pile, and then pulled then right back off again. Poor Art. He gets his hopes up every spring when I start pulling out my shorts and deciding what to keep, but I just can't do it. Once again this year I am trying to decide if they've finally seen the end, but I don't think they have. I don't have a single other pair of shorts that feel so nice and cool without the risk of sunburning my super-white legs.
Someday the elastic will break, right? I might as well get my use out of them. I'll consider it a tribute to Auntie M, who likes to keep things until they have absolutely no conceivable piece of functionality left in them. (I love you, Auntie)