2016: My Year Without Pants – Year In Review

Well, it’s been almost completely 366 days since I last wore real pants. In just one week and a few days I’ll be able to wear jeans again. Just in time for Los Angeles to embrace winter!

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2016: My Year Without Pants – Not Pants

So it’s been a hot second since I updated the world on my journey without real pants. Last time I checked in it was because of my longing and desire to once again put on a pair of jeans and have pockets. This time I’m giving you a definition that was briefly touched on in one of my earlier posts.

The definition of Not Real Pants.

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2016: My Year Without Pants – Moving

Well a whole hell of a lot has happened in the last month. Adina (my new roommate) and I started the epic search for an apartment in Los Angeles. We then (within 2 weeks) found an apartment. Put down the deposit. Signed the lease. Got the keys. Then started moving our lives in.

We have lived there just over a week, and are still cobbling together the place. We need some tables and another lamp. But, the main point of this post is to discuss how I’ve now gone almost half a year without wearing real pants.

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2016: My Year Without Pants – Stress Pants Dreams

Welcome back to my year without pants. It’s been 43 days and still no real pants. Draw string linen pants, yes. Jeans, no.

Recently I woke up unsettled because I had a weird stress dream about pants. Yup, this thing that started as a joke is now surprisingly real and very serious. So serious that I am stressing out about accidentally putting on my jeans when I’m getting dressed in my dark closet every morning.

The dream was short, and as with most dreams I only remember snippets of it.* But in it I realized I had put on a pair of jeans and went through an entire afternoon wearing them. Once I realized they were jeans (REAL PANTS!) I kicked them off and rolled on the floor crying in shame.

Hopefully my mental health will rebound from this strange, stressful dream. So far I’ve really enjoyed finding creative ways to wear leggings, and skirts with my regular t-shirts and crop tops. I like the way I look in a lot of these clothes more, and I’m interested to see how I feel when, on the first day of 2017 I put on a pair of jeans again.

*except for this one dream I had in 8th grade where I had a dream all my friends and I went to a cabin in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and when we entered they all splintered off into complete movie style, birthday party, chaos and I wandered the house. Eventually I ran into John Cusack and Matthew McConaughey who were rifling through a closet full of only red baseball caps. I once looked up what that might mean and apparently red hats mean danger or a difficult period is happening/coming up. But, that pretty much describes all of middle school so…