Pants on the Ground

I once updated my Facebook status that "pants on the ground" is becoming the story of my life.  Someone thought I was complaining that Buzz wasn't hanging up his clothes, but what I meant was that as groovy as losing weight is (and it is sooooooo groooooovy) um, having pants YOU JUST BOUGHT not fit a mere two weeks later is a HUGE pain.

When I was in Nashville I had the opportunity to shop at one of my favourite stores where, in preparation for summer, I bought two very sweet pairs of capri pants - one in khaki and one in WHITE.  I have never owned a pair of white pants in my life.

That was 5 weeks ago.

Neither pair fits anymore.

So today, I've got a basket of summer clothes I'm taking to a tailor in the hopes that he'll be able to nip, tuck and sew my newly acquired, hardly ever worn clothes into some semblance of form fitting.  Fingers crossed that this works because I love those pants.

So while I was gathering things up to take to the tailor I decided to try on some things that were a staple in my summer wardrobe last summer.   I put on my t-towel dress - the one I wore the night before our wedding two years ago.  The same one that I could barely zip up two years ago.  Now?  Now it hangs off me, literally like a t-towel.

But then there were these.  These beautiful Tommy Bahama, 100% silk capris.  I've owned them since my days of living on Maui.  I love these pants.

Do you think the tailor can do anything with these?