A funny story from my younger years…..
When I was a young kid I was pretty obsessed with disco pants whenever I saw them on tv. I remember at one point after having seen them, I decided i was going to try to make me a pair. Mind you, I had no idea what these pants were called or what they were made from. My sister called them ‘silk pants’ so that’s what I thought they were called. Anyway, I needed something shiny to make the pants from. And something colored. And something large enough that could be made into a pair of pants. Well, I decided on a garbage bag! Yes, I ‘borrowed’ a new, black garbage bag from the kitchen and now I was set to make me some skintight shiny pants. How was I going to put a button and zipper on these pants I had no idea. I would worry about that later. First I had to work on making sure the bag fit like a second skin around my legs.
Needless to say, that whole project did not go very far. I cut up the bag and tried using tape, but naive as I was at the time I didn’t realize that a plastic bag would stretch out and rip easily. I don’t even know what I ended up doing with that bag. Perhaps it’s somewhere in the garage in my boxes of ‘old’ stuff.
Of course I was bummed. I couldn’t ask anyone for help. I couldn’t even talk about my skintight shiny pants obsession with anyone. It was too weird for a kid and probably still too weird for an adult. But we have the internet now where we can talk about ANYTHING. Not only is the internet good for that but it has also allowed me to build a collection of disco pants several decades after I tried mindlessly making my own.
Some people may say I have a spandex disco pants addiction. Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But even if I do I can sure think of worse things to be addicted to. At least this is an article of clothing–clothing being something we all need–and I can always sell them for whatever reason.