I’ve known Catherine for many moons. I’ve worn jeans for about 3 of those moons. And they were painter’s jeans from Sears. Just pants that I’d wear in Indiana to stay warm and were cheap.
She was mentioning the other day, that I should try and wear this leather jacket I have more, now that I’m losing weight and the jacket could be buttoned. But the jacket probably goes best with jeans – and not the painter’s jeans from Sears that have white stitching on them.
It was interesting, having that conversation with her, cause I think me and jeans has been a conversation she’d wanted to have earlier. But I just don’t really wear them. Used to wear them riding horses at Thacher – in fact, those were the first jeans I bought. And I fell out of jean life soon after leaving Thacher. I’m a shorts kind of person. And not a jean shorts kind of person.
But we did invest in the leather jacket (though not as much as I invested on leather jackets one afternoon in San Diego with Catherine and her sister…) and it seems a waste to not wear the jacket when it might be a bit chilly and I fit in it. Who knows how long till I balloon back up? And truth be told, I think I still need to lose a few more cookies before that jacket fits “right”.
Anyway, tomorrow we’ll start a journey. I was thinking just Levi’s, but there is so much more now. Talking with Sandy, her son buys some fancy jean that can’t even be washed. And has tapered legs. Though those have been veto’d for me. Shucks! My cousin’s wearing Joe’s Jeans, which has a pretty cool website intro, but are also probably priced out of my range. What I really want is a pair with a cell phone pocket. Though Dickies jeans also seem to miss the mark according to the fashionably wiser half. Looks like it’s the Gap. Or Banana Republic. Or Levi’s. I suggested hitting the Guess shop at the mall, but mainly cause I like the posters in the store and not so much the clothing. Though I do have a few shirts from there that I am fond of.
Maybe this is all just a side effect of me saying yes to a free subscription of Details magazine. Which really is a horrible magazine…yet filled with so many oh so pretty boys. Which is hitting my soft spot right now, after my brother said I look like the Muppet Ogre and Catherine’s friend’s daughter specifically says about a play date with Sal – “No Cris.” I mean, that’s pretty specific. I could have rationalized “No Sal’s daddy” as a baby/mother outing, but “No Cris” pretty much says all that needs to be said. Only thing better/worse she could have said was “No Sweetums”.
That’s the muppet ogre’s name.