My mother took me shopping before Christmas to look for a NYE outfit, and to perhaps spoil me a little while the boys (i.e. my father and husband) were working. We mosied on over to Urban Outfitters and in no time I spotted the most ideal pair of overalls I had ever seen. Forget NYE glitter and glam, I was all about the denim and sag. Poor word choice there, apologies.
I presented to my mom this clothing item I refused to part with and she responded with the following, "I am warning you Geeg (don't ask), you will live in these overalls. Don't go there... for your husband." The woman was talking from experience. I mean I have many a memory with my sweet momma and her denim onesie, but did her bit of advice stop me, scare me even? No. Because like I said before, "these were the most ideal pair of overalls I had ever seen."
Luckily, my husband does not dislike these disfiguring pants. On the contrary, he enjoys grabbing my straps and restricting me from walking forward like a toddler on a leash.
See mom, everyone wins with overalls.