Today I said it to my gardening pants.
Because the soil is clay here it stains. To avoid staining all my clothes I have gardening pants that I wear when outside and keep in a box by the front door to wear whenever I go out there. I don't wash them every wear but just when they get really grotty- if they're in the wash I can't wear them and would have to sully a second pair of pants.
K doesn't understand not washing your pants every time you wear them so a gentle reminder is necessary so he doesn't throw them in the wash!
I have been using the same pants as gardening pants for about three years now. Before that they were regular pants. I bought them in Osaka when I was an exchange student there so I guess I've had them for about 11 years.
I said otsukaresama to them today though. Job well done gardening pants. The splits in the knees I could deal with. The L shaped split in the thigh I sewed up. The split in the other thigh I could deal with but today they split from knee to ankle in a big upside down L shape that flaps when I walk. Time to say otsukaresama and retire my gardening pants.
Or so I thought until I went to help re-bolster the sides of the rice paddy walls. The water is now almost knee-deep. Under the water is a layer of thick mud so when you pull your feet up to walk you really squelch and splash dirty water around.
I need paddy pants.
Paddy shorts really...
Otsukaresama gardening pants, hello paddy shorts!