So I found this photo in the archives last week and I realized I never told you all about the red velvet pants.
Yes. These red velvet pants.
Now there is about a million things to say about this photo. Like, there was once a time when it was cool for an entire football team to take bleach to their hair in honor of some sort of brotherhood camaraderie.
So there’s that.
But I think that the pants are really the star distraction of the show.
The pants, my eyebrows and the unbelievably proud expression on my high school boyfriend’s face as he squeezes me tight…
Why is he so proud you ask?
Because my friends, the young man just spent his hard earned cash from working on the county road crew in the summer on the perfect fabric and a week behind his mother’s sewing machine, whipping up these beauties for the girl he loved…
Yup. And I had just opened the homemade gift in front of about a dozen of our best friends. And now I am modeling them, crooked butt seam and all.
It’s a beautiful thing, young love.
And the pants? Well, I realize now they were just a little foreshadowing into my life spent with this man, if I chose to stick around to see what sort of project came next with him.
Turns out there were plenty…
And I have a hunch there’s plenty more to come.