LizzieMaine
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I hate pants. Hate hate hate pants. The darned things don't ever fit me correctly.
If working in a skirt given some of the things I do was an option, I'd likely have no pants. Fortunately, I have no desire to die in a horrific chainsaw accident while wearing a skirt.
If you haven't sensed it yet, I hate pants.
A skirt is as easy to pull on as a pair of jeans, but yet you get credit for "dressing up." I've gotten much more casual since having kids, but because I manage to pull on a dress and some jewelry, I've been told that I haven't "backslid into being frumpy like most moms." I even got called stylish the other day.
So, I think as long as women get "extra" credit for dressing up and pants remain the vortex of evil, skirts and dresses will never go out of style.
Yep. I'm long-legged and thick-waisted. There isn't a pair of pants out there that fits me right, or doesn't chafe me in places where I don't care to be chafed. Dresses aren't a style statement to me, they're a necessity.
In lieu of pants for hard labor, I just pull on an old suit of oversized coveralls, roll up the sleeves and legs, and that suffices for going up ladders in public or crawling around in muck. Otherwise, there's nothing I could do in pants that I can't do just as well in a dress.