For a new sweatshirt. And sweatpants. And tube socks. Hello gorgeous! (You'll be happy to know I got a great deal on them, and there wasn't even a line!)
Is there a better feeling in the world than brand-new sweats? They are so soft and lightweight and cozy. There is none of that nubby nonsense. It's like walking around in a semi-tailored fleece blanket.
And tube socks -- I haven't worn these since 1998 or so, and I've missed them. Growing up, I was really bummed when it became clear that tube socks were seriously uncool. I begrudgingly bought some peds, but they felt wrong. Over the years I got used to them, but when I pulled these sweet babies on today, it felt so right.
As I'm sure you can imagine, I'm a vision. Kyle is sleeping on the couch in his own new sweats and tube socks, happy as a clam.
Thanksgiving dinner was good last night -- too good. You know you have an overeating problem when you purposely stuff yoga pants and your husband's shirt into your purse on the way to a holiday meal, and then change in the middle of dinner because your tights are a little too tight.
Here's much of the Byham crew -- before I changed my outfit.
Am I too old to be wearing tights? Should I call them pantyhose, or stockings? These are the questions that keep me up at night.
I might even start eating salads after this weekend is over, because apparently in terms of gluttony, even I have my limits.
Ye glutton indeed.