Curse of the Green Pants
It's true. There's some kind of curse on every pair of green pants I've ever bought. Now before you start raising your eyebrows at my choice of pant color let me assure you that it is a very subtle color of green. Nothing neon or pea or puke here, only nice a nice green shade (if I knew colors more I'd venture a name, but I don't).
For some reasons the Universe must have it in for my green pants. There's been a disturbing trend of ripping and tearing, and no, not in the seat area.
Twice, while sitting, I've caught my pocket on the arm of a chair and quite astutely put a good inch rip at the bottom of the pocket. The most hair raising one was when I inadvertently brushed against one nail and after unhooking myself brushed against another, leaving my poor green pants with two gashes on the legÂ…hard to ignore.
Now you'd think I'd learned my lesson, but no. I neither sit more carefully, nor do I shy from buying green pants. Maybe someone is trying to tell me something, I don't know.