Still looking for that blue jean baby queen

I am in love with Yoga Jeans by Second Denim. Like second grade “why don’t you marry them”, “maybe I will” in love. In a pinch I could run (for a bus, for my life) in these jeans, but I prefer just to look cute in them. But the Chuck Norris Action Jeans, those jeans have a hidden gusset and won’t bind your legs. Those jeans could withstand a marathon.

kept on changing clothes in dirty old phonebooths

Most days after work I head to run club or yoga or pilates.  Usually I change at the office because it’s easier – no long wait in the change room line or no change room for which to line up.  

So I enter the office washroom stall in my professional work wear and attempt to wrangle out of my nylons and other girly things without allowing anything to fall in the lidless toilet or touch the floor. 

Moments (many minutes) late I emerge, like Superman, in tights, various base layers (euphemism for tight tops) and legwarmers.  I sneak out of the washroom and run at top speed down the aisles that lead back to my desk in an effort to move so quickly no one can see me before I can cover up with my parka and dash out the door.  It never works.   

Title: Crash Test Dummies – Superman Song. 1991.