Today I am happy.
Because I'm wearing a new pair of jeans, that don't sprout mighty muffing tops from the waistband and didn't cost a fortune. They aren't quite as high-waisted as I'd like, but neither do they show off my undies if I bend over.
So I call that a win.
My threadbare standby's are headed for the trash.
And I am happy.
I can still wear my bell-bottoms I wore to the Woodstock Festival. Is that a win?ReplyDelete