Baggy pants

Some of my long term readers will remember that one of my money saving tips is that I don't wear ladies knickers, I wear boys pants. This is because they are better made and last a lot longer, thus not needing replacing as often. 

Last night on my village walk I felt something strange was going on around my bottom area. A quick firkle down the inside of my joggy bottoms confirmed that my pants were slowly giving in to gravity and sliding down to the top of my legs. I had to pull them back up three times during the walk. 

I think these grey pants have just about reached the end of their useful life, don't you. The elastic is stretched to the maximum and has no more stretch left in it. I think it's time to relegate the pants to the cleaning cupboard under the sink. 

I've had them for many years, they used to belong to someone else. My friends emigrated and I was given a lot of their stuff. John's pants have lasted a long time, I've had a lot of use out of them. 

The blue pants are what I wear now, you can see the difference in sizes. I buy them in a pack of five from a well known supermarket. 

They are sold as teenage boys pants, and fit me perfectly. 

The waist size of the grey ones is now 36 inches, far too loose fitting for me. If I wore a skirt they would fall down. They have to go.  

No matter. I have a drawer full of boys pants. Plenty to keep me going for the rest of my life. That's if I don't shrink or lose weight. Now for breakfast. Thanks for popping in. We'll catch up soon. 

Toodle pip.   ilona