Summer: Penny’s* Pants
The author and Penny's Pants ____________________________________ As I root through boxes to dig out my skinny shorts, I find Penny’s pants, a pair of fringy shorts, at least 40 years old, probably more since they were already used when I purloined them. They’re in pretty good shape, probably because they have spent most of their denim life packed away, in a box, awaiting a body that could actually wear them. When I’m fat, Penny’s pants seem impossibly tiny; when I’m thin, they look ginormous – I suffer from serious body distortion (more on that in a later or earlier chapter). They are hip-huggers, popular in the late 70’s. What goes around comes back around – hip-huggers are back, except they are now called “boy-cut” or “boy-fit.” The fringes, however, definitely date them to the late 1960’s to late 1970’s. After my ex Jeff and I separated in the late 70’s, we decided to give our marriage another try, and I moved back to our house in Davidsburg. Never mind that ...