Can't Let You Go

I have some good men in my life. My Dad, my Matt, my shoe-fixer guy and my alterations specialist guy. My alterations man has really been coming through for me lately. You see, I keep wearing out the inner thigh of all my jeans and he rescues them from the brink. I'd like to think I cause the wear because I walk everywhere, but let's be honest, my thighs are close friends. I have worn out many good jeans by tearing out the inner thigh (Seven for all mMankind, Rock and Republic, Chip and Pepper, Citizens...). Haha, that last sentence, I was name dropping like a celebrity on the red carpet... I do think, however, that premium denim is often worth their price tag. They work some magic and suddenly your jeans are like a bra for your butt and you can't stop checking out your backside in every shiny surface. Recently, I haven't spent a lot of money on jeans because I've really been making an effort to stay out of the jeans rut. Besides, the magic is spreading and places like Zara and Gap are offering much better fitting denim for good prices. That doesn't mean I don't love my skinny Seven for all Mankinds though. They are so soft, they are the perfect skinny fit and they are hanging on by a thread. I can't seem to let them go (same problem as with my other Sevens with the giant holes in the knees) and I keep taking them to my alterations guy to give me just a few more wears...

Look closely (ignore the fat cat head) and you will see 3(!) different denim patches in the inner thigh area. He patches the inside with denim and fusing and zigzags across the area with invisible thread so you can hardly see anything from the outside.

Well, you can see the wear but not the fix job... If I only move at slow speeds and avoid jumping into trucks (the cause for the last rip), these babies will be good for a few more wears. Suddenly my everyday jeans have become special occasion wear... Patched denim is going to be so hot this year and I'm ahead of the trend. Don't hate... just appreciate my alterations guy for being such a genius. Tell me... what can't you let go of, even though it may be time (sniff)?

(And for those local peeps who want to know who my shoe and alterations men are... they're the guys at Mountain Plaza Mall, by the Dutch store... get me some droppies while you're there.)

EDIT: Haha, I just realized how potentially awkward this post is with all the crotch shots. Nice. If you are new to my blog, I promise I am usually more normal.