Hello, Nan! Welcome to my blog. I’m going to let you get right to your topic because I think it’s so funny.
Not My Mother’s Stretch Pants…Honest!
My friend C.L. (whom I’ll credit with the title for today’s blog), and I were talking clothes the other day and I mentioned how much I love my Land’s End yoga pants. She immediately chimed in with, “Oh yes, I love my yoga pants, I probably have seven pairs! I put them on as soon as I get home from work and live in them all weekend.”
“I know what you mean,” I agreed. “I have at least that many pairs. I work in them every day–they’re so incredibly comfortable. They’re not all big and baggy like sweatpants. They fit you and always look great, so you can pair them with everything from a sweatshirt to a pretty sweater, and wear them anywhere.”
We went on to sing the praises of these comfy cotton and lycra knit pants for a couple of minutes before I remembered having the exact same conversation not even a month ago with my friend Dee, who reported how much she loved her yoga pants and that she wore them everywhere. That really surprised me because Dee has always been a hardcore jeans wearer, but I had to admit, she rocked her yoga pants, long-sleeved tee, and fleece vest. It was a great look.
So why is this a topic worthy of discussion? Well, because I’m wondering what happened to us? What happened to Baby Boomer women? We were the generation who lived in blue jeans. We wore them everywhere—denim ruled our wardrobes. We washed them until they were soft and faded, we went from frayed, bell-bottom jeans in the seventies to high-waisted pleated jeans in the eighties, to low-slung hip-hugger jeans in the nineties and beyond.
We are the ones who figured out how to dress up a pair of jeans—um, excuse me, plain white t-shirt and a blazer? Add a pair of cute boots or flats and that look will take you anywhere. Or put on a sparkly top, a pashmina, and strappy heels and you’re ready for a night on the town in your jeans. So what happened?
I’ll tell you what happened—skinny jeans. The bane of Baby Boomer women everywhere. Skinny jeans took all the cachet out of denim. Most of us are unwilling to try to zip ourselves into a pair of tiny little jeans that hug our butts and legs so tight they feel like heavyweight pantyhose. Enter yoga pants. They’re made of some miraculous all-natural cotton fabric that breathes, and stretches, yet holds its shape, and flatters just about any figure. Yoga pants and a tunic sweater look great anywhere. Buy them in black and they go with everything you own.
Now, I know for a fact that my mom is sitting up there heaven laughing her ethereal ass off as I’m writing this. I made fun of her back in the day when she pulled on her elastic waist stretch pants. Remember those polyester pants? Old ladies wore them! I encouraged her to try a pair of fashionable jeans, which she eventually got into a little bit, but mostly she loved her stretch pants.
I can hear her now, “Babe, you can make those pants out of cotton and lycra, you can buy them from some fancy high-end catalog, you can even call them whatever you like, but, honey, you are wearing stretch pants!”
Oh, God…I’m wearing stretch pants…
Okay – I need to buy some of those “yoga pants” and quick, Nan. I loooove lycra. Here’s a shout out question to the blog readers: Do you admit to wearing those kind of pants?
Chime in. We don’t want to feel alone.
Now I’d like to let Nan tell us a little bit about herself.
Hi, I’m Nan and I’m a writer of romantic fiction for women in their prime. Yeah, women still fall in love and have sex, even after 45! Imagine! I’m also a wife, a mom, a mother-in-law, and a grandmother. I’ve been an antiques dealer, a bank teller, a stay-at-home mom, a secretary, and for the last fifteen years, I’ve earned my living as a freelance copyeditor and proofreader.
But writing is my first and most enduring passion. I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t writing—I wrote my first romance novel at the age of ten. It involved a love story between the most sophisticated person I knew at the time, my older sister (she was in high school!), and a member of Herman’s Hermits. I’m still writing romance, but this time from the viewpoint of a wiser, slightly rumpled, menopausal woman who believes that love never ages. After all, we all need a little sexy romance, right?
My first novel Rule Number One is available at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com.
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What a j0y it has been to introduce my friends and readers to Nan Reinhardt. I hope her Women of Willow Bay series is a huge success. I must say I LOVE both of the book covers.
Here’s a bit about Fine Wine Publishing for those of you, like me, who love to read about or write characters in their forties and beyond!
Love never ages—that’s our mantra at FWR. We believe that love can happen to anyone, at any age. In our youth-crazed society, it’s easy to forget that romance isn’t the exclusive property of twenty- or even thirty-somethings. Our new and exciting series, The Women of Willow Bay, follows several women in their prime from the village of Willow Bay, Michigan, as they deal with life and love. At Fine Wine Romances, we write love stories for grown-ups because we believe you’re never too old for a little sexy romance.
Nan, you KNOW I’m a huge believer in over forty romance.
Friends, thanks for reading, and thank you, Nan for being the perfect guest!
Until next time, make it a great one!