I bought a new ensemble before shoulder replacement, knowing I needed pants that pulled on and easy to use button/zip front shirts. The pants, especially, are not really my style but I figured Costco prices would make buying them less painful. Before that Costco trip I did not own a pair of sweats. Today I am wearing a velour "tracksuit" in plum with a zip front top that includes a hood. A hood. Inside my home. I know this would be someone's ideal comfy active wear because I saw a young woman wearing the same outfit at Harbor Freight a few days ago. But when I wear it, I feel like I should be inactive, on a couch, smoking cigarettes, and watching soaps. My body may be baggy, but my brain is not wired for this.
Since the most painful activity I did before shoulder surgery was pulling up and fastening my pants, elastic waistbands may have been a good idea before now, but I dislike them because what goes up tends to come down. And a drawstring seems a flimsy thing to stand between me and accidentally mooning someone. One pair of my sweats, however, decided to defy gravity as, throughout the day, the waistband headed north toward my armpits in a futile search for my waist. That kind of upward mobility is not a comfortable sensation. I prefer my clothes to stay where I put them, especially when I am wearing them.
Since my shoulder is healing quickly, I can already shimmy into some of my pull on dress pants and the pull over tops I prefer. If I believed the saying clothes make the man, I would never have married Reed, whose preferred style is somewhere between homeless and hobo. But clothes certainly make Connie, and baggy clothes make me feel like a bag lady. I will be very happy when it's time to bid baggy bye bye.
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