Swoosh Swoosh

Five or 6 years ago I fell in love with a warm-up suit, soft and stretchable “Juicy Couture” look-a-like. I felt “bootylicious” even if it the words weren’t written across the rear. I’ll tell the truth and shame the devil. It was at least 2 sizes too small. I was in a fashion trance. The soft warm fabric hugging me and keeping me warm I loved my “dream-clothes”.

When you’re in love something always happens. A bleach stain, food stain, or oil stain comes along and you’re never the same. A replacement may be found but it’s not the same. The love affair with the little gray warm-up suit ended. I gave away the jacket but I couldn’t part with the pants, “I still got ‘em Yall”. They have become my stay in the house weekend pants.

Fashionista’s like Rachel Zoe, Charla Krupp and Brenda Kinsel all recommend that you constantly edit, upgrade and purge your closet. I say, don’t be selfish. Last weekend I saw 2 Grandma’s walking. One was wearing a hot-pink soft juicy look-a-like warm-up the other obviously her mother was wearing a 1990, nylon, parachute warm-up. When she walked it sounded like…Swoosh, Swoosh.

If your Grandmother or Great Grandmother is walking around making all that noise bless her with a new and improve warm- up. They say, “You’re never to old to fall in love”.