An Obligation to my Jeans
Yes, today I took the easy option - jeans and a white tee. It's not because I was feeling lazy or ambivalent, I just really wanted to talk about these thrifted jeans and it provided a nice, neutral backdrop.
I feel a certain obligation to a garment when I try it on and it fits really well, and I suppose that is doubly true if the item is thrifted, as these jeans are. They are nothing special; Hudson jeans, very 1990s boot cut leg, flap pockets which I probably wouldn't have chosen, but they fit fantastically (so fantastically they could not be ignored), and are just the right length to wear with heels and still be long enough to have a nice break at the ankle. When I slid these on in the thrift shop dressing room, I heard the voices of all of my good friends I've ever shopped with in my head saying things like "oh my gawd, you have to buy those!" and "Get them. It would be wrong not to." You know...the things we say to justify just about any purchase, from wrinkle cream to handbags.
So I therefore feel an obligation to my jeans. I have been chosen to wear these. It is my mission, and I choose to accept it.