I love my jeans. Weather permitting, I wear jeans most of the time. What I wear with them will vary, depending on whether I’m going to the grocery store or into the city for the evening. As the years go by, and I find myself having passed the 50-year-old yard line, I feel like jeans keep me from getting too old too quickly. An illusion, perhaps, but when I put them on they still feel like me.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop wearing jeans. If I make it to 90, I’ll still be wearing them. They provide some continuity to my human existence; a source of comfort in an ever-changing world. Uh, that is until I came across an article on the manufacturing of blue jeans.
Words for a Better World 