those garish things - everywhere. And the question popped into this pea-sized brain, "what happened to beauty?" An answer came, a few minutes ago, as i pulled into the parking lot. Cotton jeans will crease/wrinle; to prevent that, they must either be neatly folded and put in a drawer that actually has room in it, or carefully hung up in the closet. Not so with yoga pants.
Yoga pants are about no maintenance. Ya peel 'em off, throw 'em in the washer, then into the dryer. And the added bonus is: unlike cotton jeans, (that will crease quick) you don't have to be there when the 30-minutes are up. Yoga pants are every bit as easypeasy as they are mudfence ugly. You can quickly chuck 'em in a getting-too-full drawer. And there's no stupid zippers to deal with. Cotton jeans also take about 10 minutes longer to dry - and it's best to pull 'em out, hang 'em up while they're slightly damp. Uh, that requires an airy space - another basic comfort which too many working women end up doing without.
And if i may digress, the last freaking thing waay-overburdened women need, is to be smugly, sing-songee preached at about how they should deny self. UGH! Isn't a life of about NO time for much of anything - let alone, basic feminine beauty - denying self enough? No, it's never enough with freaking pharisees.
Woe, busstop ahead.
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