Polar Bear Pants

I had to say good-bye to my absolute favorite pair of pajama pants this week.

I got these flannel pants on-sale at the Gap in the men's department. I recall getting them on a whim in the store across the street from the Conde Nast building. Might have been right after an interview or something, back in the day.

I didn't know then how much they would comfort me over the years. I have tried to look for others, but none match the goodness.






I would still wear you, pajama pants, but Dan put the kibosh.

It's okay, there needed to be an intervention. I can't walk around with a big hole on my ass for the rest of my life.

Good-bye, polar bears! RIP.