I have just thrown away a pair of jeans which is not momentous in the grand scheme but for me warrants a mention.
These jeans were great and made my arse look decent unlike most previous pairs which made me feel I was dragging some humongous covered trolley behind me. Mind you I was bigger then so just a sackcloth would still have looked large and I thought denim might have been flattering- nah!
These beauties had served me well. They had done dinners, gigs, shopping trips, slob-out sessions, date nights, they had travelled and were a beloved piece in the wardrobe. They just fell apart and were shredded. They had serious holes in them but felt they needed a last wear to show my gratitude.
The holes were there through wear unlike a friend of mine's.
'Twas during the 80s when the band Bros entered the fray with ripped jeans and girls decided this was a style to emulate. Said friend dutifully ripped her jeans and was so happy with the result that she slept soundly that night.
When she awoke she was greeted by her grandmother telling her that she had fixed the nasty holes and now the jeans were patched and ready for another day. She was mortified.
Thank Levis for their invention and thanks to an old friend.
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