Yesterday, my favorite jean shorts gave up the ghost. (sigh) I had been nursing them for months, being careful when I put them on and took them off, but, finally, I couldn’t deny the truth any longer. The time had come. They had to be put to rest. π Will I ever find another pair so fine as these? It’s hard to say. I think they will be hard to replace. π
At first, there were small holes at the corners of the back pockets. So small that you could just see a hint of the color of my underwear. The jean fabric frayed on the tops of my thighs until small holes appeared there, too. I ignored them. So comfy and soft and perfect were my jean shorts who cares if someone can see my skivvies? Only a small dot anyway, right? Besides, they would live with me forever, and I would pet them and call them, “George.”
But those small holes grew and grew until you could see large swathes of my thighs and ever larger patches of colored underwear. Charlie, and Lily, kept telling me that they could see my underwear. I told him that I didn’t care. So, they can see my underwear. Big deal. If I pull my shirt down, they can’t. Β And, sometimes, the underwear match my shirt, so I’m color coordinated. π
The end came yesterday. I bent down to look at something, and I heard this heartrending sound. It was the death knell of those jeans. My beloved friend whom I will sorely miss. While they were Levi’s, the designers are constantly changing the cut of the jeans. Who knows if I will find such beautiful, comfortable jean shorts again. π
So, here I give you my jean shorts.
This picture was taken on January 25th. Less than two months ago. As you can see, the hole above the pocket is fairly small.
The front is much worse for wear at this point. By the end, yesterday, both legs sported rips larger than this one below.
The final day. See, my undies match my shirt top. The rip is as big across the other side. The only thing holding them up at this point is the middle seam. Even I have to admit. It is time.
I loved you. You gave me two to three years of comfy wear. Now, I must send you to jeans heaven, wherever that may be. (sniff, sniff)
I know that sound, once when wearing my fav jeans, I got into the car and heard that awful sound. At least I was still at home, but they ripped from the side seam around the back, under the butt, to the inside seam. There was not saving them.
I hate the new jeans, it seems they all are the stretch sort, and they fit in the morning and fall down around your ankles by mid day.
They are still on the piano bench. I haven’t gotten rid of them, but I must. Really, I must. LOL
I feel ya, Marci. But, I am surprised you could wear them out in 2-3 years! Guess I’m not active enough! lol
Well, maybe it was longer, but you forget I live in So Cal where it’s warm a good portion of the year. When given an opportunity, I am in shorts. They probably get 4-5 months of wear every year, maybe more. π
Do you know how to sew? Take the seams apart and use the pieces as the pattern to cut out some new jeans out of denim that you like. Then sew them and voila! New favorite jeans! If you don’t sew, is there a dry cleaners near you that might have someone willing to do this? Or a friend who sews?
Otherwise, at least rejoice that you had them for as long as you did…onward to the next pair!
I sort of know how to sew. I could base a pattern on them, but I don’t think I could get those seams out. That would be hours of work. I don’t know how to put a zipper in, but my 9 year old daughter does. LOL However, I could probably figure it out. Too bad I couldn’t just patch them, Fiona. LOL