There are many facets of my personality which might cause others to find
me unique. Despite this, many folks remember me simply as the guy with
crazy hair and/or loud pants. While my 'wild jungle hair' is something
I was born with, I often express my mood, or attempt to change my mood,
through my selection in clothing. In my attempts to find something for my
joyful days, I've managed to gather a collection of britches rarely worn
by the timid.
The first pair of intense leg wear were sewn by my Aunt Susan when my
mother assured her that I would not only wear, but love, a pair of
black, gold, and purple tie-dyed jogging pants. Sadly, these have degenerated
to the point that all I have left is this old photo of myself dancing in them.
The pastel palm leaf print pants were accquired in college from Amy Wyman
who in turn got them from her sister. Her sister incorrectly assumed that
Amy would wear them, and so they were kindly offered to me. This one
gesture turned my one weird pair of pants into a growing collection.
My plaid pajama pants really came into their own after the addition of
blue suspenders from my Barbershop quartet days. Originally a Christmas
present, they now serve as yet another pair of intense pants, and also
as a reminder to myself of how much fun free-floating britches can be.
For Christmas two-thousand, I was gifted with a pair of patchwork hemp
pants from Marcella's grandmother Marcella.
(I know, it confuses me sometimes, too.) Not only are these pants big
and roomy, but they are actually long enough for my legs. When I
wear them, I feel like M.C. Hammer, which in turn makes me realize how
old I am.
My most recent pair of over-the-top leg wear comes from Emily Frawley,
and I suspect sewn by her hand directly. A thank you gift in return for
a thank you gift in return for some wonderful hospitality, these blue
firework pants were the last thing I wore before I prepared to ship
out to Navy boot camp.
Erskin L. Cherry :
erskin@eldritch.org
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