Thursday, January 15, 2009

Genes of my jeans

(Pre-script: To get the most out of this post, turn your tongue in cheek feature ON HIGH, go down to the playlist, click on the song:" Closer," by Joshua Radin, or "Closer," by Jars of Clay, both work, but Joshua Radin says "I'll take the blue one's every time," which is extremely appropriate for this post. then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)
Sometimes I call my jeans by name.
"Come here, Paige. How are you today, Gap, Paper Denim and Cloth, Chip and Pepper, and girls, don't leave out Arden B. She's been very good to me in times of stress."
And my jeans hear my voice,
and my my jeans know my voice,
and my jeans respond thusly:
Some days they respond, "Right back atcha, babe."
And Lots of love goes around.
But Sometimes they are in a collective foul mood; Maybe they are all bent out of shape that I left them in the dryer too long, or not long enough, or maybe they are insulted at the idea of being matched with a particular top. (they can be very picky about that sort of thing, those snobs.) Or sometimes they need to be reminded that they are not allowed to have an opinion on how often I eat dessert.
Chip and Pepper and Paper Denim and Cloth are the jeans that have in the past held the longest grudges. I almost got rid of them, (SHOCKER, but I believe in being honest here, peeps. Let me let it out.) but then I realized that I was wearing Chip and Pepper all wrong. She had to tell me how she wanted to be worn. We now have an understanding which has caused me to be more considerate in my approach to all of my denim, yes, including the Paper, Denim and Cloth.
The thing that worries me, though, is the aging process. Arden B, for instance, the great comforter that she is, we've been together for a while now, and we have developed an understanding. She does not hold grudges or care much what I pair her with; she is past a lot of that, because apparently she just likes to be with me, so she daily offers me the promise of soft warmth and consistency. And you cannot just buy a new pair of soft warmth and consistency genes. I mean jeans. You just can't. You can only appreciate them for what they are, and enjoy the time you still have together...and hope that Paige, Gap, Chip and Pepper, Paper Denim and Cloth, et al. are headed in the same direction.
Yes, I have high hopes for all of my girls. They still have so much to offer.
-XOXO,

P.S. The picture at the top features my girl "GAP."
P.P.S. The sisterhood is not opposed to adding Seven, Citizens of Humanity, Joe, Hudson, etc, etc, to their numbers. It's really an open group. The only brand we shun is "True Religion," because I don't want little Buddah's on my jeans.
P.P.P.S. The best place to buy jeans is CROSSROADS.

5 comments:

sara said...

I thought I might have fallen off my rocker by naming my purse, my gps and my car. Nope, you've topped the cake, baby!!!!!

Michelle said...

Those are all their brand names, Sara.

Francesca said...

i love this post. one can never underestimate the importance of jeans, they can make or break you. i personally am a jeans slut; i love one pair desperately for awhile then i hate them and move on to another pair.
xoxoxo

Kelly @ Love Well said...

Very clever, Michelle. A definite pick-me up. I only wish my jeans could hear it; they are currently sagging much too low.

sharmadesigns said...

Ha ha I can definitely relate. I will never go back to the regular jeans again! I have 2 pairs of Citizens that are loved TO DEATH. I actually wore holes in the knees. My husband says I could sell them for more now. ha ha