This re-entrance to the blog scene is dull.

Regardless, I feel compelled to blog again.

I want to talk about my jeans.

These are my favorite jeans.


As is noted in the image above, these jeans include several features no longer available in jeans purchased within the last 7 years. This is why I have taken such care in the preservation of said jeans.



The jeans fared well over the first two years, however I have spent the last three years carefully re-crafting the jeans internally with iron-on denim patches. The glue backing to the patches obviously creates a stiff thickness that is not common in traditional denim, thus these jeans can now stand upright without human assistance.

The past 8 months have been particularly difficult for the jeans. The knees practically refuse to bend without breaking; the thighs are nearly bare; the ripped-out hem is in shambles, and wear on the crotch makes Sex in the City look like High School Musical.



I know I need to mercy kill the jeans. Every time I look at them I hear faint echo of trumpets playing "Taps."

I fear the jeans are now creating their own holes in an effort to self-destruct. They know I don't have the guts to do it myself.

Sadly getting rid of these jeans represent several things that I am not ready to face yet; the most daunting of which is trying to find new jeans to replace them.

Since I shamelessly cannot yet remove these jeans from my life, I will continue my initial plan of patching the insides enough that I can simply flip the jeans inside out to reveal a pair of identical, however more durable, jeans hidden on the inside.