I am swearing off pants now as much as possible. I’d like to call them my work clothes. Work – meaning, like going to the market, pay bills or whenever running errands alone, which is seldom. Plus honestly, I don’t look good in pants. Not much to play around cos am not leggy. But, of course there are days when I don’t feel like dressing up, like today. And this is not mine at all. It’s my husband’s. They call it the boyfriend jeans, but nah, I call it husband jeans, as in literally, it was his.
It’s very comfy, roomy, makes me feel like a boy! Hihihi. I think it has something to do with the fact that am driving now? Am pretty much confident now on the road, considering there are lots of manic drivers out there, so am thinking if you can't beat them, join them. hihi. Am the man! So sweet, hubby taking the passenger seat on our way to visit my grandma.
A little side story:
These ruins am standing at, seats directly in front of our ancestral home, used to be the biggest and gallant house owned by the richest family in my hometown on the 50’s to 70’s, complete with two swimming pools. It’s the only house in the whole town made of stone while others were made of bamboos or wood. Obviously, you can see the intricate design of the walls, it's not just an ordinary house. I didn’t get to see the house in it’s full glory, to me it served as a huge lot of playground when I was growing up. My Grandma, who used to work for them, told me, the owner lost his money on taking many wives, even house maids were no exception. Shocking! So funny, cos it's Koffy's playground now.
Life = Full circle.
Yeah, that's our house now.