I wear my denim like I live my life.
Flawed with a few tears, here and there. Worn in with stories to accompany the imperfections.
“High wasted” was the go-to for most of my 20’s. Sometimes I still shamefully opt for “intentionally distressed”.
I’m coming to accept that outgrowing certain styles isn’t necessarily a bad thing…
All of a sudden classic has this flattering and mysterious appeal.
Comfort is appreciated, but rarely takes top priority, as far as decision-making goes.
This, for me, may never change. Oh well.
My collection is eclectic and interesting. I like it this way. I hang on to it all, with pride.
The fit is almost never perfect, but I figure it out. Because that’s just what I do with denim. And life…
I take it and make it work. And learn to fucking love it as I go.