I’m too old to have this many pairs of pants.
I counted them yesterday because my closet seemed to be getting smaller. Not including jeans, I had 19 slacks of various colors, fits and styles.
Here are the facts:
My slacks came from China, Venezuela, India, Turkey, Pakistan, Hong Kong, Germany and Mexico. I’ve never been to any of these countries, but my pants were born there.
Three pairs of pants were gifts from my parents, with two being the bottoms to three-piece suits I can’t remember ever wearing (both my parents died in 1999).
My lower body has changed a wee bit in the last 20 years. I’m not saying exactly where.
One pair of pants was grass green, another a rare shade of burnt orange.
Five pairs of my pants had noticeable stains. Three of those were in the seat area. I must have sat on some melted chocolate. I hope.
Today is a brand new day. I now have five pairs of pants hanging in my closet.
None of them are grass green, burnt orange or stained.