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The Ancientness of My Skinny Jeans
These jeans feel like pajamas, I’d wear them to my grave if I was alive to have a say so, but let this be my one testament to devotion to my aged skinny jeans which I bought after much consternation, believing that an old woman shouldn’t wear skinny jeans, you know, for so many reasons, similar to not wearing other things because someone said they weren’t appropriate, now my beloved skinny jeans are out of fashion but I don’t have baggy ones yet and may never because, after all, who is looking at me anymore but myself?
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I think you missed a twist in fashion. Skinny jeans are very much back. I mostly prefer looser ones, but have a couple of skinny-ish ones.
I may have the only matching surviving pair, and they feel like butter.
Rock those skinny jeans Jan!