Comically ill-fitting pants

One of the reasons that I don't enjoy shopping is because it is such an effort to find something I like. And when it comes to clothing, what I like is stuff that fits. The worse culprits are pants. [Bras are a close second, but I will spare you that particular rant.] I am a fairly small person with normal proportions -- about 5'4" and 125 pounds give or take. For some reason I cannot find a single pair of pants for work that comes remotely close to fitting right. For starters, all the pants are pretty much the same style (and in the same 3-4 colors). And it just doesn't work for me. I'm not sure exactly who looks good in wide-legged pants with a low-rise waist and huge waist band, but I know it ain't me. And I probably wouldn't look good in that style even if they weren't too tight or too loose (or both at once, in different spots) or too long or too short. I think I'm going to have to wait for the fashion pendulum to swing some other way. Maybe switch to skirts for the duration, or try to get away with wearing colored jeans. I just know I'm done with spending any more time in dressing rooms laughing at my reflection wearing comically ill-fitting pants. That is no fun at all.

Mojo

I'm superstitious about sports. Very superstitious. An otherwise rational person, I somehow can't shake the notion that what I do or wear can affect the outcome of a game. Yes, I am aware that it is silly. Doesn't matter. I've been known to change seating position, refill or not refill a drink, switch out cats, or go to another room, all because my team was doing so much better while something was different and I am trying to restore things back to good. It's all about mojo.

Which brings me to today. We have a big, BIG game tonight and it is going to be cold. Much of my cold weather Tech stuff has bad mojo for one reason or another. There is no freakin' way I can wear one stitch of the stuff I wore to the bowl game last year. Not even the shoes. Anything I wore to basketball games last winter is suspect as well. (I'm not sure if mojo crosses over between sports, but who wants to take that chance? It's bad enough that I suffered through such craptastical basketball once. I'm not going to let it ruin a perfectly good football performance.) So my choices are to wear warm weather stuff with good mojo and freeze, or find something warm that hasn't been tainted.

I've looked high and low and finally found a gold hoodie that hasn't been infected with any bad mojo. At least I think it hasn't. And I am asking the Football Gods: Please, oh please, let me keep it that way. No more bad mojo. That hoodie needs to be my new lucky shirt.