I hate having to think about clothes. Just now, however, I opened my cupboard to be met with the realisation that all my t-shirts seem to have gotten worn and used without my noticing, and suddenly there aren’t any to wear. Hmm. Tomorrow might have to be a ‘just wear a jumper by itself’ day…
Three cheers for winter, at least, which makes forgetful clothes washing a more viable option!
Just been reminiscing about this amazing pair of jeans I used to own. Ahh, the times we’d have, those jeans and I – they travelled all over the world, and I’d had them for years. By their prime they had amassed an amazing ventilation system of holes and tears which made them perfect for wearing during the kind of insanely humid hot weather we’re having here at the moment, at the (to me, perfectly acceptable) cost of being ragged and tramp-like, so my wearing them was generally much to the horror of all my female family members. Which, I suspect, was eventually their downfall…
Hang on, I’ll see if I can find a picture of the Best Jeans In The World…
Hmm, only one I can find doesn’t really do them justice, and contains gratuitous nudity, so you have been warned!
Sadly, at some point during the chaos when my parents were moving over to Chicago, they vanished, never to be seen again. The end of a tattered era. I still suspect conspiracy of the highest order 😉
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