I mourn the death of my favorite jeans
Current mood: thirsty

Those jeans have been with me through thick and thin (literally...)

across the country, across the Atlantic, down to Jamaica, up to NYC, and all around DC...

they started to slowly fall apart...first a stitch here then one there...then the hem began to shred...but it just added to my hippy chick mystique (should i actually have such a thing)

Things took a turn for the worse when the rip in the crotch finally appeared to be un-patchable. I had to let them go.

my favorite pair of now very-tattered, disintegrating jeans have joined the dust-bin-heap of my life. They await Thursday morning’s trash pickup, along with all the other items I can’t recycle.

A lesson for us all...take time to saulte your fav pair o jeans before the sanitation crew hauls them away to a landfill