As I write, this warm day ends beautifully in shell-pink light. But it’s one week into October in New York City. Since summer seems to be outstaying its welcome, I took the liberty of wearing a pair of white pants and sandals out on a date last night. The beauty of it is not that it’s warm enough to wear such clothes. In fact, I’m craving the crisp air that makes me want to cozy up to a hot bowl of soup. (I cooked three such soups today, but the cat and I just sweat through it uncomfortably. I will squirrel them away for cooler days.)
No, the joy of these pants is that they fit me! I have held on to them for at least 6 years, have worn them a total of once in that time. I confess to hoarding more than a few items in my closet for that future day when I can wear them. Happily, those future days are becoming today for all the right reasons- exercise, eating right, getting enough sleep, and giving up (gulp) sugar. There is no secret formula, no magic ingredient. Me doing the work is the magic, the key, the secret. And a half marathon challenge around the corner is really helping out.
Back to these pants: I used to work at Sea World in the Costume Shop. We provided wardrobe for the various performers, except Shamu. One of the venues was the pearl diver area where you could see sexy male and female swimmers dive gracefully into the water to collect oysters from the sandy bottom. We outfitted all of them in black speedos, and had a cast of hostesses waterside to guide people from the viewing area to the gift shop, because, of course, beautiful women help sell merchandise, such as pearls in the setting of your choice. The hostesses had a summer outfit and a different winter outfit, but both were in cream and white to fit the idea of dressing for a Grecian coastal landscape. We prepped and maintained all the costumes for these lovely and talented women. As I remember, at one point there was a huge change in costuming or in cast sizing (I’m not sure if the pearl diving is still a feature) and we still had lots of used and new inventory: sweaters, pants, etc. As too often happens, good quality clothing was going to get thrown out, or boxed away in storage to be thrown out eventually. So in the changes, I scored a pair of almost-new creamy white trousers. All I had to do was take in the waist and take up the hem, the usual alterations for my physique.
I think I try these pants on each year and then pack them away again. This year, even though the season is supposed to be over, and there’s that breakable rule: no white after Labor Day; I’m happy to rock these, even if my date didn’t feel the need to dress up (another story altogether…)