Pants = Love

I remember the first time I picked up a copy of the first Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I was at the Park City public library, probably the tender age of 13 or 14. On the cover was a pair of jeans. I love a good pair of jeans so I checked out the book and have loved it ever since. I waited patiently for the 2nd and 3rd summers to come out and cried when I finished the 4th and final summer of the Sisterhood. I will admit, I've tried reading one of the books when it's cold and snowy outside but it just isn't right. I always seem to break them out in the summer, where they belong. I get sucked into the lives of the 4 friends: Lena, Bridget, Carmen, and Tibby. I find myself comparing everything in my life to them. I feel most connected to emotional, tall, blonde, Bridget but sometimes I feel like I keep to myself like Lena. And sometimes I analyze too much, like Carmen or I'm too moody, like Tibby. But most of the times, I just wish I was part of the Sisterhood! I secretly wish, everytime I check the mail, that there was a package with a pair of magical jeans* sent from my best friend! I wish, by wearing before said jeans, my life would transform into something worthwhile! By wearing them, I would "feel secure and loved. Walk places i wouldn't otherwise go, know which boys are worthy and which ones are not. Make me a better person and better friend. And look good along the way."

Alas, I am only a spectator of this wonderful friendship written in a series of books. But, as I'm constantly reminded, it's not the Pants that make the magic. It's the girl. And I can make magic happen with my own pair of jeans right?



*At this point of the blog, if you have not read The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, you're probably very confused and/or think I'm crazy. Please go pick up a copy of this book. You will soon understand.