One of our favorite family reads is a book called Joseph Had a Little Overcoat about a resourceful man who recycles a coat down to a little button. An excerpt:
Joseph had a little overcoat. It was old and worn. So he made a jacket out of it and went to the fair.
Joseph had a little jacket. It got old and worn. So he made a vest out of it and danced at his nephew’s wedding.
~ Joseph Had a Little Overcoat, © Simms Taback, 1999
In memoriam to a pair of faithful, but recently retired yoga pants, I have written my own version:
I had a pair of yoga pants. They were new and snazzy. So I put them on, went to yoga class, and did Adho Mukha Svanasana about 400 times.
I had a pair of yoga pants. They were old and worn. So I designated them as home office wear, and wore them all winter while I wrote medical website copy.
I had a pair of office pants. They were old and worn. So I turned them into cleaning pants, and mucked out the utility room.
I had a pair of cleaning pants. They were old and worn. So I cut them off above the knees, and wore them to spade the garden.
I had a pair of garden shorts. They were old and worn. So I retired them, took them to the garage, and used them to wipe down the car.
I had a rag to wipe the car. It was old and worn. So my husband used it to block a gap under the garage door on a 9 degree morning.
Which was today. I don’t think there is anywhere for them to go now but into the trash. A sorry ending for a loyal companion.