Or perhaps I should write "breeches." It's back to physical therapy again today. For that activity, I have taken to wearing soft, comfortable no-they're-not-yoga-pants that flare out from the knees down so they almost look like a long, divided skirt. They could hardly be less like the heavy Carhartt "Double-Fronts" I routinely wear for work and play, denim canvas with an extra layer of material down the font side of both legs, hence the name. I feel like "mutton dressed as lamb" in the lightweight britches but it's actually practical wear for the task.
Still, there's a niggling sense that anything one can do so lightly attired probably doesn't really need doing. Some intersection of a lifetime spent doing (not usually strenuous) physical work and Mom's solid German-farmer background has me believing that any light or pretty clothing is entirely impractical and no sensible person would be caught wearing such stuff, at least during the work week.
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