just washed all 3 new pairs of levi shrink to fit 501's. now comes the hard part: making these seemingly unflappably rigid motherfuckers conform to my will. mind you this is not a complaint. i face this challenge with the same glee as always. i'm old hat at this. call me a jeans whisperer if you will. there's nothing i love more than taking what seem to be a brick wall of pant and turning it into a second skin. worn in levi's are pajama pants in my book. pajama pants that at first have to be forced around my waist, shown a belt regardless of the need, and stretched and bent and buttoned and unbottoned until they slowly learn my shape and desires. and they will. and one, inevitably, will be neglected at first and fall behind. but quickly he too will make it into the fold and for years to come my pants and i will grow old and soft and frayed. but we will do so with dignity and grace for we are a timeless classic.
weather permitting this story will be also true for that new pair of converse i plan on buying. spring is almost in the air and with it comes the strange march forward that more than anything is a march to the past.
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