The saga of the pants. . .

Remember how, ages, ago, I posted that loooong entry on fashion nostalgia, and how I now have a pair of pants that I think I might love forever?

Well, yesterday they were attacked by french dressing. It's bad enough that they're apparently magnets for grease, but the cruel irony of the fact that it's always food that I ALMOST NEVER EAT is just too much. Sigh.