My Harley

Most of the people in my yoga class are a lot older than me. Older by decades. Hubby is 18 years older than me so the people we hang with on “his side” are about that same age. My mom and his sister have more in common than I do. I am one of the young ‘uns where I work.  I gotta say, I wish I had more friends my own age.

In any case,  the cool, hip, “in” thing about yoga class and the people in it are socks. Not so much what people wear to exercise in, but their socks.  They admire one another’s socks, compare socks, have discussions about socks. Now, I have cool socks too. I could jump all over this cool sock business and hold my own very nicely thank you kindly. But I have more devilish ideas. I feel a need to break out of the mold. To show some independence. A little personality. A little 30-something life.

Have I mentioned that I own a pair of Harley Davidson PJs? Hubby got them for me one Christmas a few years ago. The pants are black and have the little Harley symbol all over them. Can you guess where this is going?

I’m going to sew up the manly front entrance/exit of the pants and I’m going to wear them to class. Fabric and fit wise they are perfectly acceptable to exercise in. It may ostracize me but I think the teacher will have a good time with it. I’ll let you know how it goes.