Tonight, as I was folding up my 2nd ever pair of Rock-n-Republic jeans, putting them away in the closet for another day, I was struck by how worn they are and how they are holding up.
I wondered, “Will these ones get holes in them like the other pair?”
Instant twang in my heart, ugh, oh, “the other pair”.
Europe, Guy & I, shreds of jeans after a year and 4 months.
I LOVED those jeans. I bought those jeans at Marshall’s for $80, at Marshall’s!
Now you might be saying, wtf, is this a Marshall’s ad or something?
No, it is not.
My point is the mind, nostalgia, how a simple pair of denim sewed together to fit me so well can mean so much, can draw up so much energy, love, feelings, emotions, memories.
Ugh, those R-n-R jeans with the green stitching. I wore those things to pieces, almost, literally!
And now I have a “new” pair of R-n-R’s. They are more durable now. I have probably worn them more than the other ones in almost 2 years with no holes, still fit great, still look great albeit a little worn out.
What is it about that: the perfect fit, the perfect size, the right shape?
They feel good on. They are like a staple in my wardrobe diet. I never want them to go away and I know, someday, I will have to let them go. But will I EVER find another pair of jeans to fit me so well?
It’s like the clothing swap I went to tonight. I brought a pair of standard washed jeans that I have had for YEARS! I don’t really wear them anymore, yet I was hesitant to throw them in the pile of clothes for the taking. I asked the jeans, “Where do you want to go?” I heard, “Take me home.” Then I heard, “The pile.” I thought for an instant, “If I have the courage to let them go, I could be opening up space for something better to come in!”
I decided to act with courage. I let them go, threw them over to the jeans pile.
About 10 minutes later, I heared my sister saying, “What do you think about these jeans? I like them.”
I looked and to my surprise, and not surprise, she had on the jeans I had just dropped onto the pile moments before. “I put them there!” I said.
She laughed. “No wonders they fit so well!”