It's all about the clothes

So, earlier in the week, I was in Tractor Supply, looking, as it happened, for snow boots, my boots having just lasted through last winter before commending their soles to that Big Shoe Factory in the Sky.

 

I didn't find any snow boots -- muck boots, yes; snow boots, no. But! They were having a minor sale on -- dungarees. Yes, dungarees, not jeans. Mens dungarees, in fact.

 

As it happened, I had just a few days previous decided that I could not pay $80 and more for women's jeans, and I said to myself, Self, back when you were Tall and Angular, you wore mens jeans. Now that you are Tall and Plump, this seems counter-intuitive, but, whatthehell, I'm here, the sale's here, there's a dressing room, and -- why not?

 

Besides, it's been years since I've owned a pair of dungarees.

 

My first try-on choice was 36x34 (I was skeptical of the 34, but that was the longest available). Turned out they were wonderfully long enough, but -- 36 had been. . .optimistic.

 

Thirty-eight by 34, however, fit like a dream. And the pockets! Even a handy cellphone pocket.

 

Plus -- they were priced considerably less than $80.

 

So, I bought myself a pair of nice grey dungarees -- and today, I'm wearing them.

 

They fit like I've been wearing them for years. High-waisted, long legs -- and -- did I mention? -- the pockets!

 

So, it looks like I'm back to cross-dressing. 

 

And, did I mention the pockets?