Daily happy

So today was my family's Christmas Eve's eve dinner... (silly brother, getting himself a fiancee whose family does stuff on Christmas eve too. Hn.) It's pretty much one of three times a year I really pay attention to what I wear.

Only today while I had a pretty new top, I only had my old saggy pants. What with wanting to wait until my weight has stabilized to buy new ones, since i hate buying stuff I'll wear twice or even going shopping at all, and shopping for clothes at all for that matter. (Shopping for manga is tolerable only in that I know exactly what I want and I'm in and out of the library in fifteen minutes or less.)

Anyway there I am, grumping along as I prod the bottom of my drawers for some flash of inspiration, and then I found THE PANTS.

The pants I bought when I was eighteen and kinda flirting around with the gothic/grunge scenes. Like, the very farthest edges of it. The looks looked hella cool, okay. >__>;

So that day years ago I was walking along this random street and then those awesome pants full of strappy bits assaulted my eyes. And I needed a pair. Neeeeeded it. This seriously had never happened to me with clothes before. (books, yes. >_>) So then I went in and DRAMA! they only had it in that size under mine. (or in the interest of full disclosure, two or three sizes.)

It was kinda very expensive. Being under the delusion that maybe one day I'd totally go on a diet and lose enough pounds that I'd be able to close the thing's zipper, I bought it anyway.

And then for years every time I went through my closet and threw away everything I never worse or was too old or stuff, it looked at me and said, ~maybe some day~. And when I moved I made it a space in my too-full boxes. And when I bought myself new furniture and had to figure out funny configurations to make everything fit. Even though as the years went my size only kept slowly going up.

And today I went hey, I wonder if I'm any closer to being able to fit in, AND THEY FIT.

ALL HAIL THE SLOWEST YET SUREST DIET EVER.

And it made my legs look awesome! (okay, awesome for the legs of a person who is exactly five feet tall. Which is sadly not very long, no matter how short the torso, and mine isn't that short.) And the straps and stuff were really fun! and... okay I'm thirty year old and I'm wearing scene pants for a Christmas meal.

You know what, fuck that noise, I wore them anyway.

It was awesome.

Now I'm trying to tell myself I can NOT wear them to my strict, nosy, judgey grandma's Christmas family reunion. It's, um, not going well so far. >____>;