This is a continuation of a very different kinds of series on my interest in jeans. Make sure to read the other posts!
The problem with an incredible pair of jeans is the fact that they are incredibly hard to find – it may take me literally years to find a great pair that’s worth my money as well as the opportunity to be worn.
But when I do find that pair they become partners in life. Literally.
At one point in time my jeans were just as much of who I was as anything else – they were my persona and who I wanted to be. I wanted to showcase that I was “cool,” “hip,” or “dope” (or whatever slang was most appropriate then). I took great care and pride of not just choosing the right pair but also committing to them long-term.
And I still do although I’m not nearly as wrapped up into them from a personality perspective as my adolescent self!
As a natural consequence of the care and time required to find that ultimate pair of jeans there are a few in my closets are nearly 10 years old. Yes, they are that good that they seem to transcend the changing styles of fashion and still look good on my rear (or so I think).
I’ll be honest, half of that is really luck but I’ll take it anyway, and I’ve never been incredibly fashion-forward in any regard, although my wife has upped that ante quite a bit.
These jeans have been good to me and I’ve been good to them. Sadly, at some point in time, they must go as they are literally falling a part with holes that can’t be mended.
It’s worth noting that it’s not that they can’t be mended but rather the fact that I won’t mend them – jeans, from my perspective, are perfect the way they are and a patch just won’t cut it – better lay them to rest and find another new pair to take the spot. Retire them gracefully!
It can be very difficult to part with a good pair of jeans but it must be done. It’s like saying goodbye to a pet that has been around for a long time but is slowly getting old. Everyone knows that it’s time to put them down, so to speak, but no one wants to do it.
But in the end they go to a better place and I’m happy to find a decent replacement. Sure, it takes time to break the new ones in but in due time it’s completed and we’re back on track.
I like wearing my jeans until death – it’s the only way I know how to wear them.
How about you?
Ok, I’m beginning to think you have bed sheets made of denim.
I know the feeling of retiring an old pair of jeans. Finding those ones that fit and last forever is an art form. I finally found someone who understands that the holes give jeans the character that is so hard to find.
this is the weirdest blog series. ever.
I love a good old pair of jeans, but retiring them is probably one of the worst things. Finally, someone who understands that the holes and tears give jeans character.