the pants that started it all

Or should I say, the paycheck that started it all.  I received some money from my place of employment as reimbursement for the tuition money spent on my graduate school program.  Since I’d already paid the bill for this semester, I figured I could live a little and buy some new clothes.  I wouldn’t blow the whole check on clothes, most of it’s going to future semesters.  But still, I had some money to burn.  Besides, my tax return check would be coming in soon to save the day.

I went into Marshall’s, which I love because it’s within walking distance of my apartment.  I never really went there when I was younger, it wasn’t in my repertoire.  However, I’m not afraid to dig through a rack or two to get a good deal.  I know my limits, I won’t go through an entire sale section on the assumption that if I search for an hour, I’ll find something. But I don’t mind flipping through for a few minutes.

Luckily, I didn’t even need to do that.  On a stand-alone rack was a lovely display of Dockers stretch skinny khakis.  Dark green, perfect, I don’t have any dark green khakis.  Nice enough to wear to work, but casual enough to wear elsewhere.  Skinny enough to put into boots, but I could probably get away with some strappy sandals when the weather got nicer.

Whoa, did true fashionistas have all that crap running through their head every time they saw a piece of clothing they liked?  It almost hurt a little, but I was inspired.

(Sidenote: I may at times imply that I’m a real idiot, such as the sentence above.  I’m not stupid, I’m fairly intelligent, I just don’t have that zing-boom neural pathway connection when it comes to clothes.)

I wasn’t quite at the point where I figured out what I could wear with these khakis, but I knew I must have at least one sweater that would match. That’s it.  I grabbed them and got on line.

(Sidenote 2: Sometimes I don’t try things on in the store. In a place like Marshall’s, my store in particular, I don’t want to step into their changing rooms.  I’d rather take my chances, try it on at home, and make a trip back if they don’t fit.)

It was fate.  Later that night, I came home and happened to stumble upon the website Pinterest.  It’s beautiful!  People just “pin” up anything from home decor to clothes to whatever else.  Entire outfits, just waiting for me to swoop in and try to copy.  I found this one:

Those weren’t the exact pants I bought, but they were close enough.  I have a scarf like that.  I had seen a similar top in Express just a few days before, and then I just needed a belt.

Holy crap, I had a gameplan.  I had picked out one pair of pants, and all of a sudden a whole new outfit fell into my lap.  It felt good.  I figured, if I could do that with one piece of clothing, why could I revolutionize my whole wardrobe that way?  I had recently gone through my dresser and gotten rid of a few things, I had room to refill.  I have a few basics: pencil skirts, button down dress shirts, boyfriend sweaters.  Slowly phasing in other nice things couldn’t be too hard, right?

And so it begins…

2 thoughts on “the pants that started it all

    • I agree, earth colors are beautiful. And yes, I’m lucky! They don’t reimburse in full, but the bit that they give is a huge help and is most of the reason why I’m able to go to school and work at the same time.

      Thanks for stopping by!

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