I'd been looking for red corduroy pants for months upon months. Just last month, while I was looking for the elements of my Mardi Gras costume in my favorite thrift store (the one where the upper-crust drop off their clothes), I found them. I may have danced in the store.
Sweater: Gap (like five years old); Pants: Levi's, thrifted
I ended up changing out of the sweater, as I discovered a hole on the sleeve. Farewell, sweater. You've taken me through many teaching days.