One of my biggest fashion woes is undoubtedly wearing my clothes to the very brink of their existence. As long as they are still “semi” functional, I will continue wearing them! But the other day I realized that I legitimately needed some new breeches. My current selection had reached the point of embarrassment and I thought what better time to share my misadventures with the whole internet!
So please enjoy my personal woes from over the years… and if any of these apply to you it may be time for some new breeches!
The most obvious sign your breeches need to be retired is when there are holes beyond saving. I will be the first to admit I have kept wearing a pair of breeches that were better off being church pants (because they were “holey” get it??) because I just couldn’t part with them. Or that had been restitched to the edge of their life, hoping for just a few more rides in them. But alas, some holes just signal its time to be put to rest. I won’t burn your eyes with a picture of some of my worst cases… but I kid you not, it would put most jeans to shame.
When you spend all summer teaching and riding up to 8 horses a day in the sun…. Your breeches fading a little bit is almost inevitable. And a little fading doesn’t immediately mean you gotta toss your favorite pants… but when your once navy pair more closely resembles grey… then let’s just say it’s time. Exhibit A below 😂
Another classic blunder, one minute accidentally throwing your breeches in the dryer, the next ending up with basically child-sized pants. If it’s a daily struggle that almost requires two people to get them on, then the pants are much too small. The same can be said for them stretching out over time to the point where they could be confused as a hand-me-down from an older sister.
This one goes out to my favorite pair of side zips that are currently being held together with a paper clip. Yes, you hear that right, a paper clip… You see, the zipper tab broke in addition to the zipper refusing to stay up, but in true Lizzie fashion, I just couldn’t let them go.
If your breeches could be mistaken for a child’s tie-dye project (composed of boot polish, poultice, slobber, bleach, mud, etc.) then I recommend retiring these to laundry day only, lest your trainer sees you in them and has a heart attack (trust me... been there, done that).
There’s nothing harder than saying goodbye to your favorite pair of breeches; believe me, I know! But if there’s one thing I learned, it's that there’s also nothing better than a new pair that you feel AMAZING in! So if you relate to any of my woes listed above, take a peek at our breeches collection and consider “treating yo self”!
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