As most of you know, I'm all about my wardrobe. Unfortunately, much to my chagrin, fashion has had to take a back seat to function since my surgery. I have to wear a thing called a Polar Pack for part of the day. It's got a big tube that sticks out of the top of my bandages and attaches to an ice pack that runs all day. Since my bandages are so thick and this Polar Pack tube has to have somewhere to go, I can't wear pants. Or jeans. Or sweats. Or just about anything else I used to wear.
To remedy the situation, my oh-so-smart-mom came up with the idea of taking a pair of sweat pants and cutting off the right pant leg so there is room for the bandages and Polar Pack tube. And much to my surprise, it works. So now I have not one, not two, but five pair of these fabulous pants. Not exactly like the pair of D&G pants I got from Saks a couple of weeks ago, but what can you do? Take a look at the fabulous photo so you can get the full picture of what a fashion plate I have become. I am destined for the cover of Vogue any day now. Good look, huh?
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