It’s a sad, sad day. So very sad. I am in mourning.
Mourning the loss of one of my favourite pairs of jeans. I’ve had them for, probably, one year too many. But they fit me perfectly! Completely and utterly frayed at the bottom. They were made to fade, but definitely well past the point they were made to fade to. But I still wore them.
Now, they definitely have to go. They have worn out in one of the most unfortunate areas. Sigh. Why oh why! I could have worked around it if they hadn’t ripped right there! Damnit!
(You know what I’ve done though? Yep. I’ve folded the jeans away and put them in the bottom draw of my wardrobe. They haven’t been relegated to the wheelie bin in the driveway just yet. I have no idea why not – it’s clear I won’t be able to wear them again.)