P.T.P.D. and the long road to recovery........

.......i know exactly what all of you are thinking....what the heck is P.T.P.D and i bet what she really meant was P.T.S.D. (post traumatic stress disorder).  nope.  i meant P.T.P.D.   so what exactly is that???  well it stands for Post Traumatic Polyester Disorder.  it's a disorder that's been kept well hidden for many years.  nobody really likes to talk about it.  but thousands have suffered through it.   many without even realizing it.  and sad to say there's no real cure.  there are those who like to say that time heals all wounds but that's a lie.  some things just scar us and we are forever changed.  so now i bet you want to know who exactly are the victims of this terrible life-altering disorder.   well anybody unfortunate blessed to have lived through the 60's and 70's may suffer from some form of P.T.P.D.   yes, that's right.  those of us that lived through this time were exposed to POLYESTER.  polyester in it's most basic form.  i'm guessing polyester means many different fabrics.  "poly" meaning many....and "ester" meaning...idk.  i guess i could google it but i'm not really sure i want to know what's in polyester.  i've always thought maybe recycled plastic bottles or something.   i can only speak for the 70's because i was born in 1970 but i remember polyester being this rough awful feeling fabric.  oh and the colors were awful too.  baby blues and plaids and oranges.  help me i'm having flashbacks now.  ahhhhhhhhhhh............     

oh and to add insult to injury....as if the fabric itself wasn't bad enough, they made sure they used plenty of it.  big giant wide lapels.  huge....i mean HUGE bell bottoms.  bell bottoms for those of you who don't know are the extremely exaggerated version of flared pants today.  extremely exaggerated.  awful.  see i'm still scarred.   well the 80's got a little better.  thought by the 90's i'd be over the whole polyester thing but i was still having flashbacks.  i remember walking through a store one day with christian and my mom.  christian had to be about 4 yrs old.  too young to know any better.   we were in one of the clothes sections.  christian grabbed a shirt and said he liked how it felt.  he said it was soft.  just by chance i saw the label and the dreaded word....polyester.  i looked at my mom and laughed.   "it's polyester!!!!!" i said.  we both laughed.  really hard.  then i grabbed christian's hand and pulled him away as fast as i could.  i discussed the dangers of polyester w/him and instructed him that he is NEVER to go around the polyester again.  ever!!!  

flash forward....oh say 20 years and here i sit.  fully recovered??? ummmmm....i don't think so tim.  i bought a pair of pajamas a couple of weeks ago.  what drew me to that particular pair you ask???  no, it wasn't the fact that they were 65% off w/an additional 50% off that or the fact that i desperately needed a new pair.   it was.....i'm ashamed to say....the feel of the fabric.  so soft.  i had let my guard down.  i had no clue polyester was still lurking in the shadows.  not in 2012.   they are so soft and comfy.....like wearing nothing.  one morning when i took them off and i said to myself......self, wonder what exactly these pj's are made of.  looked at the label and to my horror saw once again the dreaded word.....polyester.   for a moment i felt betrayed.  fooled.  i justified it by saying well it's only 90% polyester.  it's not ALL polyester.  10% spandex.  now let me tell you, spandex is the best thing that's happened  to women in 100 yrs of fashion.  don't get me wrong, it had a rocky start in the 80's.  there are just some things that should not be stuffed into spandex.  and there will forever be a select few who abuse it.  but spandex....well it's helped us all breathe just a little bit easier.   so i got to thinking if i could learn to love spandex so much couldn't i find a little spot in my heart for polyester too.   couldn't i???  idk.  but i'm gonna try.  it seems polyester mixed w/a little bit of spandex is a beautiful thing.  maybe i've been a little too hard on polyester.  maybe it's time to let go of all those hard feelings and learn to forgive.  maybe.  the road to recovery is not always an easy one........