I know it’s fall but I wanted to give a proper farewell to my slouchy boyfriend jeans.
I wore them all the time in early summer. They were so comfy I dubbed them my “jean pajamas.”
I rocked them all spring. They came to Vegas with me. They came to Rhode Island with me. They looked sweet with my JCrew child-sized sneakers.
They were last seen in Rhode Island the week of our wedding. I think I forgot them in the beach cottage we rented. Gone, forever!
I spent all summer looking for them. I cleaned out my basement, hoping to discover them in the bottom of a pile somewhere. But no dice. They are gone. Where are you now, jean pajamas?? If you were still here I’d wear you on this crisp fall day with a long-sleeved shirt, a scarf, and flats.
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