I can’t remember the last time I didn’t wear jeans –– it’s been months. I’m lucky that my lifestyle allows me to. These days, even the dressiest shindig is littered with denim. Fabulous blouse, killer shoes, and you’re good for a gala. My grandmother (no denim after sundown) would be appalled at the thought. But I like the high low. Of course, nothing’s better than a cotton t-shirt and two barefeet. That’s how jeans were born to be worn.
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