The riveting history of blue jeans

I still mourn the loss of two pairs of my favorite jeans. There was the one I tore, along with the legs in them, while I was climbing over a barbed wire fence. And there was the one that someone spilled bleach on. I’m not saying who but it was someone I’m married to.

You might think both pairs had fashion potential as distressed jeans, but these had gone way beyond distressed to distraught. So had I.