The picture isn’t old, but the jeans are. Flashback 15 years to the last time Basil was able to put these pants on, button them and still be able to breathe.
Yup, he’s down 27 pounds now and quite proud of himself, as he ought to be.
Folks out in the world are starting to take notice, especially as he’s begun to dip into his old wardrobe — you know, the clothes that don’t hang on him.
The compliments are coming fast and furious (with many people very surprised to see “Skinny Bill” as my mother is now calling him).
Tuesday, as I tried to work, I was treated to a bit of a fashion show.
Frankly, he was like a 14-year-old girl gone back-to-school shopping and eager to show off everything she bought.
Except he’d been shopping in his closet.
“How do these look?”
“Can I wear these yet?”
“What do you think about these?”
“Almost! The buttons are still screaming for mercy, though.”
He modeled pair after pair of shorts, slacks and jeans — some still with tags on them. Shirts that used to pull, or whose buttons hadn’t met their button holes in years hung perfectly on him.
In short order I understood why I have to cram my paltry wardrobe into one-third of the double closet.
No matter –he was looking terrific, especially since he wasn’t wearing baggy pants’ whose waistband was pleated by a belt now in its tightest fitting.
The moment of triumph, however, came when he strutted out in the jeans he’s wearing in this photo. He explained that they are, ahem, “The Dream Jeans” — last worn (likely in agony) about the time we bought our house. (Who knew?)
Still a little too snug to do more than wear them standing before the mirror while breathing shallowly, they are nevertheless within reach.
He’s living the dream.