Pants

I bought a new pair of jeans the other day. Having traveled for over a year in the company of a posse of divas and dandies, each of whom I appreciate as individuals in addition to the weirdness they seethe, I have become aware of designer jeans. I think they read some magazines or something and watch graphical representations of beautiful people associated with particular styles of clothing and thus maintain the frantic desire that funds our clothing industry. What i previously had taken to be designer I understand is merely famous- or brand-name. Like what Sears sells. Like Kathie Lee Gifford is not considered a "real" designer, nor is Eastern Mountain Sports.

I've known for some time that people I work with might spend over $100 on a pair of jeans, but I don't think this is a necessarly or prudent investment. Often these will get left in a hotel room, after all, or slept in . But there is the fact that most of my clothing has been handed down, is an event giveaway or is paint covered. I haven't painted a room - seriously painted, with a cute smock and cap - especially not with Benjamin Moore Mayan Treasure for over 2 years now, so not only are things paint covered, but this has been the case for more than 2 years. What I consider to be my new boot-cut jeans are actually 3 years old and had an exclusive Flanabrand contract for many months a few years ago, resulting in ripped knees. I find this an exciting fashion choice and have worn them like this a few times.

So I now have jeans that have multiple page ads in Vanity Fair and inStyle. Sweet.