Goodbye, taupe corduroy trousers

Dear taupe corduroy trousers,

I never wanted to hurt your feelings, but this is goodbye. When I wore you in Me-Made-May with that raspberry cotton cardigan, it was for the last time.

You have great pockets and a classic leg cut, and we got plenty of compliments together from other corduroy lovers. Your versatile colour goes with just about everything. I do like the vip vip sound you make as I walk.

I thank you for the style advice: you showed me that low rise trousers with tops tucked in weren’t the most flattering for me.

You are getting old. Your zip is busted, there’s a hole in the side seam, your waistband is too tight and your shrinkage problems have continued.

I know it was hard for you from the beginning. On our very first outing together an affectionate small child (who will remain nameless) enthusiastically swung off the back pockets and partly ripped them off.

But this isn’t goodbye forever. When spring comes I’ll be wearing you as corduroy shorts for mountain bike riding, with a button fly and a better fitting waistband.

Love, Liz