A handful of years back, I stumbled upon REAL drawstring pants -- no elastic or anything, just a simple turn at the top of the waistline through which a fabric cord ran and secured in the front.
They're a size 26. I bought several pairs.
The great thing about them is that they still "fit," even when I was wearing 30/32s. No, the string didn't tie, but they weren't falling off because of it. I simply didn't tie them. They're linen -- as long as I wore a shirt over the waistband, no one knew the difference. And it spared my vanity from actually admitting that I needed a larger pants size. I larger shirt size, sure -- after all, mammaries are an asset! As long as I still had evidence of my (ahem) size 26 waist, I could lie - if only to myself - and say I was simply big busted.
I am now back down to a size 28 (insert much cheering and high-fiving here) and was quite please last week when I discovered that I could, in fact, tie not only a simple knot, but actually a small bow with the string on these self same drawstring pants. (I had worn the sage green ones that day.)
The other part of this story involve my workday reality. I'm a middle school teacher, which means I have the potential for more breaks than most elementary school teachers. In the afternoon, there's a 5 minute passing period during which I usually sprint to the office, use the facilities, and sprint back to my classroom before the next bell rings. This works best, of course, if there's at least 1 restroom in the office unoccupied.
So, in my sage green drawstring pants, I made my usual dash, still quite proud of my concealed itty bitty pants bow under my blouse. The first restroom was available -- perfect! I locked the door behind me and yanked on the 1 1/2" string to release the bow.
You know how on bows when the length of the string is roughly or slightly less than the length of the bow, the string can acutally slip through it and, viola, a double knot with one hand? Add to this hat trick the element that the string in question has its OWN knot on the end, factory tied and, for all I could figure out, sealed together for all eternity.
So there I was, in the office's main bathroom, hopping around whilst trying to loose myself from my confinement wondering why I hadn't chosen the sage green skirt instead.
I'm now looking foward to returning to an actual size 26 and I will MAKE SURE the dangling string is longer than the loop of the bow -- should I, in fact, decide to keep these dog-gone pants!