|top- ann taylor; tweed jacket- anthro "blustery days"; jeans- levi's 505; boots-calvin klein|
A friend of mine, who knows we just bought our home, asked me, "Did you get more closets in this house? You have a ton of clothes." But you know what? I don't.
Case and point: my jeans.
I have three pairs of jeans, and now, one pair is too big to wear without showing my bum. I am not quite sure how this is possible, given that a size for me is 12 pounds and I have only lost 8, but whatever. Another pair, the one above, I bought 7 years ago and recently RIPPED RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE. Thing is, I have no idea when they ripped or what I was doing to rip a perfectly perfect pair of jeans right at my ladyparts. I hope that I did not give a peep show to any of the nice folks I was working with that day. Though I am sure they liked that shit.
I had the thought that I'd mend them until I found them again on Zappo's for forty bones, a not-too-expensive investment for someone on her way down the scale. So as of this moment, I have ONE pair of jeans.
One lonely pair.
See? Time for new clothes, obvs. I'm a regular pauper over here.
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