Ripped Jeans

I’ve decided everyone should have and wear one pair of ripped up jeans in their lifetime. (I promise not to ever tell this to my nephews.) Seriously though, yesterday I donned a pair of ripped jeans (I’ll save the story behind the jeans for a later date) because I needed to wash my regular jeans. An interesting thing happened–I got a little bit of an attitude, like I could do anything. I admit to a little bit of a swagger as well. I showed up at work and they were shocked. They’d never seen me dressed in such a way. There is something in here about not judging a book by it’s cover, but I’ll save that for another day because it goes very well with the story behind the ripped jeans.

PS. I am definately NOT a mother. It never occurred to me to indicate that the rips in these jeans are in the front around the knees. Thanks Stephanie for pointing this out.