There is a pair of pants calling my name

August 10, 2010

They are not in the shop window of a swanky boutique.

They are not online at a posh store.

They are not even in a mail order catalog.

Nope this particular pair of pants is on the side of the road outside our neighborhood. Seriously. It’s a pair of khaki pants that somehow ended up abandoned on the street. What a lonely pair of pants. Tossed out like garbage. From my car window, it doesn’t appear that there is anything wrong with them.

I want to pick them up and make something out of them or at least cut the buttons off and save them for another project. I also wonder how they got there. I’ve made up several stories in my head about that journey.

I passed them seven times today while running errands. If they are still there tomorrow, I may not be able to resist.

I think I’ve finally lost my mind. It’s not like it’s a cool chair that I could recover or paint and would be worth picking up. It’s a pair of pants…yet I’m intrigued.

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