R.I.P.
Dear Worn Out Blue Jeans,
I'm so sorry that it's come to this. You know I've tried to keep you with me as long as possible. How could I not when you've been so generous to me. Hugging in all the right places and giving a little in others. And I won't even try to describe how soft you've become.
You were there during those awfully long chemistry labs, when I finally finished with school, when I decided to move to Colorado, and when I met all my new friends. You've had a long beautiful life and given 100% of yourself.
But you can be patched no more. I must carry on and find another favorite pair of jeans to replace you. And though I'm sure I'll grow to love them as much as I've loved you, there will always be a special place for you in my heart.
Love Always,
JenKneeBee
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6 comments:
I still miss a pair of jeans I had 7 years ago...this post was funny & poignant all at the same time.
I feel you on this one. I had a pair of soft leather boots that went with me all over the world and had seen me through some of the most amazing story-building of my life. Very hard to part.
(sniff)
I need a moment...
I love this. I didn't even laugh because it made me, like Lynette, start to choke up and feel your pain.
It's so sad to adore and really depend on and cling to a pair of jeans...and then have to let them go. My condolences.
Ah, the ode to jeans gone by...is there anything sadder in the fashion world? Stay strong!
Nothing says comfort like a good pair of jeans! I must admit, deep down in a drawer are the pair I told everyone I'd finally thrown away... :)
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