However, I was wearing them on the night of my 28th birthday, and while intoxicated to the point of becoming paralytic, I threw up all over myself and my jeans.
Charming behaviour for a 28 year old, I know. Here’s a hot tip – when you’re a tee-totaller who only drinks beer; don’t suddenly decide to drink home-made cocktails on a near-empty stomach!
Anyway, the point of sharing this embarrassing little anecdote is that since I defiled my jeans so spectacularly, and regardless of the fact that there are no visible stains or marks; the jeans seem to have lost the magic that I once attributed to them. They seem duller, less fitted, daggy and tired.
Trying to force the magic back, I added them to today’s ensemble:
Trying to force the magic back, I added them to today’s ensemble:
Navy silk necktie with orange and silver stripes – vintage Brooks Brothers, etsy
Orange and white gingham Shirt – Polo Ralph Lauren
Gold-tone tie bar – gift
Black leather belt – re-purposed from wedding ensemble
Riley 3D loose tapered jeans – G-Star
Navy and white striped socks – River Island, ASOS
Brown suede loafers – Raphael Steffens
I remain unconvinced. I think the magic is truly dead.
Orange and white gingham Shirt – Polo Ralph Lauren
Gold-tone tie bar – gift
Black leather belt – re-purposed from wedding ensemble
Riley 3D loose tapered jeans – G-Star
Navy and white striped socks – River Island, ASOS
Brown suede loafers – Raphael Steffens
I remain unconvinced. I think the magic is truly dead.
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