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Stretch pants lifestyle

THE POSTSCRIPT, Carrie Classon

I don’t remember exactly when I took to living in stretch pants full time. 

The process was gradual, I’m sure of that. I started out wearing a pair of bell-bottom stretch pants when I was writing. I didn’t actually live in them; they were part of my writing costume and they were comfy. 

But as the pandemic wore on, I noticed the legs of my stretch pants were getting longer and longer until, one day, I saw they were covering my feet, and it was not a very respectable look. 

“I need to upgrade my stretch pants!” I decided.

So, I bought stretch pants with pockets. Pockets in stretch pants are completely useless because you can’t put anything in them without it looking as if you have a growth on your leg. A credit card makes a bump. A key looks like the beginnings of a tumor. 

But the pockets signaled that these stretch pants were almost like regular pants. They just stretched. They were certainly less disreputable looking than the stretch pants that covered my feet. I started wearing them most of the day. 

In the late afternoon, I take my hike and that’s when I put on my second pair of stretch pants. 

“There’s nothing wrong with hiking in stretch pants!” I remind myself. “These are athletic stretch pants!” 

My hiking stretch pants look nothing at all like the stretch pants I just took off because they are not bell-bottoms and they don't have pockets. I wear them exclusively on my hike, and they are a little worn out because dogs jump up on them and bushes snag them. You would certainly never mistake them for my regular stretch pants, the ones I wear the rest of the day.