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October 1, 2007
Jill Sobule and I both love our jeans.
I've always had a love affair with jeans. Jeans are my comfort zone. With jeans, it doesn't matter if I've shaved my legs and it doesn't matter that my knees are bruised. I don't have to worry about tucking in shirts, matching socks or pantylines. All that matters in jeans is that fall is back, and I have new boots.
If it were fall all year around, I would scrap whatever wool pantaloons or eyelet linen skirts I own and be confined to, but certainly not limited to, my jeans. I would joyously wear warm, fresh from the dryer goodness daily and save a ton on dry cleaning.
Last night I conducted a jean audit, and realized I might have a problem. I counted 21 available pairs, which is also like saying, i found a book with 21 stories. Ever pair has a story. Some stories were too tight, and I finally relinquished them to the charity bin. Some stories started in Paris, some in Italy and yet others spoke of trips to California. Most stories involved a vacation where I foolishly packed shorts to save room, instead of my trusted standby. I invariably would end up purchasing a pair or two while away.
This is a dedication to denim and a sad farewell to the ones that got left behind, due to my behind.
I guess they'll need replacing.
Posted by lysa at October 1, 2007 9:32 AM
Comments
Why are your knees bruised?
Posted by: O at October 1, 2007 11:23 AM
Left behind due to your lack of behind.
No Pair Left behind!
Posted by: Kbee at October 1, 2007 2:20 PM
O: Same reason why she doesnt need to worry about tucking in her shirts. YEA BABY YEA
I made the same observation to booboo that ill share with everyone else, what the heck would everyone wear if they didnt invent jeans?
Posted by: booboo at October 1, 2007 2:48 PM
booboo: boxers and a sweatshirt...that's got my vote
Posted by: Scottie at October 1, 2007 8:27 PM
Booboo: z. cavaricci's!
Posted by: kbee at October 8, 2007 10:46 PM