Sometimes I get into what I like to call a War of Stubbornness, A.K.A. a War of Stupidity.
There’s only one person in the war, and it’s me.
Because I am a stubborn, stubborn stupid girl sometimes.
Let me tell you about these pyjama pants I buy. (No, they’re not Batman PJs, but I’ll take any opportunity I can to link back to that post again, so there you go.)
They’re from Old Navy and they look like this, or some variation of this:
I actually have this very pair. Sheep!
They come in all sorts of adorable patterns and colours, and they’re super comfy, but above all else, they are cheap. I snag them online when they’re on sale for $5-8. Amazing, right? Perfect for my budget, which is non-existent because I’m the idiot who has not one, but two degrees, one of which I moved to an insanely expensive foreign country to attain. (Oops. I mean, best ever, wouldn’t trade it for the world, but also, oops.)
Yeah, except not.
Because inevitably, after like, two or three washes, this happens:
Argh!
Oh hey, that’s my leg. Showing through a giant hole in my cheap-ass PJ pants.
It’s like they spontaneously disintegrate. And you can sew them shut, but then the rest of the seam falls apart. You just can’t win.
But instead of being like, “Oh, maybe I should just buy some quality pyjamas,” I’m like, “Time to re-stock!”
And then I order more $5 PJs.
And then they fall apart.
Because they are horribly made! Not to mention I don’t even know where they’re made and I would probably feel guilty if I did…
I’ve been doing this for the last six months, but let me tell you, I think I’ve finally learned my lesson.
You really do get what you pay for.
I’m done, Old Navy. I’m DONE.
(With your pyjama pants. Some of your other clothes are super cute and have lasted me ages. Which I don’t get. Maybe set a standard and stick to it.)
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P.S. I know I’m not the only one who does dumb stuff like this, but if you don’t want to tell me about it, I understand. But if you do, I’ll probably like you more. Just saying.
