She was generous. I was two. MY JEANS! IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THEY DON'T FIT! THEY ARE PURPLE AND THEY ARE MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now they are hanging in a place of honor on the outside of my closet door so I can see them anytime I'm in my bedroom. Every few days I try them on.
I have a ways to go.
But, if I grit my teeth, squint my eyes, stick out my tongue, and pull both sides of the waistband towards my middle with all the hand and arm strength I have ------- I can get the button about an inch and a half away from the buttonhole. But I can't take a picture doing that.
And you know me. I have to take a picture.
So ....... what do you think? Christmas? No, probably not. Spring break? Maybe, if I'm willing to give up breathing. Summer? Yeah. Maybe summer.
Whatever. DONNA IS NOT GETTING THESE PANTS!!!!!!
Not unless I find out they're too itchy - once I'm able to get them on.