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There comes a time in the life of every pair of blue jeans where they need a little extra help. They can’t be washed and thrown around like they used to. If you make any sudden moves, they’re likely to break, rip or tear. The results could be disastrous!

I am just one of the many millions worldwide in this same predicament. I’m being forced to put my favorite, 11 year old Betsey Johnson jeans, (the ones with the hearts stitched on the butt pockets) into their own version of assisted living.

Strange bits of them seem to be falling apart. Like the seams along the outside of my leg. This is a part of the pants that have virtually zero contact with the outside world so I’m not sure what exactly is making them disintegrate, maybe they’re empathizing with the rest of the jeans.

It’s not Normcore, it’s just real life. While I can appreciate the expedited look of a well-worn pair of pants, there’s just something nice about earning it.

For now, I’m going to love them, literally to death. I’ll wear them on bike rides under leafy trees, and offset them with big metallic stacked heels, and by god I’m going to dance in them.

By Sara Becker


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