Stuff from 12 November, 2009
This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on 12 November, 2009.
This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on 12 November, 2009.
And we used to have trains.
Fact: I have never been on a train.
I find this unsettling.
My wife Mykala is a woman who knows how to wear some sweatpants. As the owner of a veritable library of them (nearly the antithesis to my own wardrobe), Mykala reintroduced me to sweatpants through persuasion and sheer exposure.
In elementary school, I had these red sweatpants which I wore to school once. I’m sure no one said anything about my pants, but possessing the misplaced assumption that everyone was looking at me, ready to laugh, I was certain derisive snickers and outright insults were bound to rain down upon me. Mykala and I have a short-hand for this type of self-consciousnessness: I imagine a world where everyone has giant eyes — mercilessly following my every move. This (of course) is patently false now, as it was then. Even at my young age, I was unusually intent on details, and I think there was a small darn on one of the legs… as far as I can tell, all this freaked me out sufficiently to keep me out of sweatpants for about a decade afterwards. What a shame.
Now, returning home from school, I regularly put on my pair of sweatpants from my sister Katy — they are everything scrubs are not: warm, soft, stretchy, fuzzy, cozy.