Black pants

   I never had a black pants until this month. That’s not counting the pants I bought last year because it was pinstriped. I’m talking of a pure black pants. Reason - everybody has it. 

   I finally gave in to buying a pair of black pants when I saw a pretty pair at SM. It’s a rare treat when you find that fits well, and at a sale too.

   It went well with my blue long sleeved blouse and denim heels. Then I got sideswiped by a motorcycle while crossing J.P. Rizal Avenue near Power Plant Mall. Ouch!!! Good thing the pants protected my legs. I only sustained a big hematoma and scratch on my left leg (the pants included). But my ankle hurt a lot. I couldn’t walk properly for weeks.

   Exactly seven days after that I was wearing the pants again. The whole day went uneventful. But I did not reach home unharmed. I hurt the same injured leg when I tripped alighting from the van.

   Had I bought the pants at UK (translate – ukay-ukay) I would’ve thought it was cursed. I don’t buy at UK for reasons other than curses.

   So I put the black pants on semi-retirement and bought a new one. Different brand, cut and textile. But it was still black. I wore it last week without a hitch.

   And today. I fell on the stairs. I was lying on the floor when I landed so it was not a simple fall. You guessed it right. I’m wearing the new black pants and my knees still ache underneath.

   I’m still deciding whether to put it on semi-retirement too.

   I’m going to Robinson’s Place Manila this afternoon. Maybe I should buy a new pants. Or maybe I should go back to wearing skirts.