There is another mystery at my house. Weeks ago daughter Lise went with me to help pick out slacks appropriate to wear for physical therapy. I clearly remember buying two pair. I tried on both a few days ago. One fit fairly well, but the other was much too big. I thought that pair might do to walk to the stop sign, although I was shocked at how much extra material there was. I could only hope people would look at the road while driving and not look at me. I clearly remembered how I had to tug on the pants in the dressing room. A day or so later I put on the garment that I thought had been too big. It fit fairly well. My weight fluctuates, but not that much! How could clothes fit one day and be too big the next day?

When I was getting dressed to go to town, I found three pairs of exercise slacks!! How on earth did two turn into three?? I like the idea of multiplying clothing, but I wish they all fit. I’m sure the big ones don’t belong to Lise, because she wears jeans a size smaller than I do. She wouldn’t be caught dead in those balloony pants! I may wear them only in the house, but they are slated to go in the give-away pile soon.