As today was my first Friday off in a while, I had a huge list of errands to get through. And, though I slept in until 7 this morning (that is me poking fun at my absolute inability to sleep in), I hit the ground running as soon as the places I needed to go opened.
By lunch time, I was done. As a reward, I decided to walk to the delicious frozen yogurt shop a few blocks from my apartment. And it was....delicious. On the way home, I walked past the Goodwill store. Since I had nothing better to do (and was in somewhat of a post-frozen yogurt euphoria), I went in to see if there were any accessories to put on the new coffee table (one of the morning's errands was waiting for the delivery men). The accessories weren't great, so I ventured to the clothing section. When I reached the jeans rack, a little voice in my head (not schizophrenia, thank-you-very-much) said 'you should look thoroughly. This is a decent neighborhood, and people probably give away nice pairs of jeans to make room for newer, nicer ones.' About 15 seconds into my search, I spotted a lovely pair of Citizens of Humanity jeans in my size.
Flashback to 2005.....
I was a junior in high school, and the premium/designer denim craze had recently hit. After ordering three pairs of Seven for All Mankind (remember those?) jeans on ebay, I needed more. My mom and I headed to Nordstrom (with gift cards, of course), and I picked out a lovely pair of Citizens of Humanity jeans (the ones with the cursive 'h' on the butt). I decided to wear them to school the next day. My last class of the day was advanced dance, so everyday I'd change out of my regular clothes and into dance clothes. I usually left my clothes and all my stuff in the changing room during class and grabbed it on my way out (I was usually too sweaty to change back into nice clothes, so I'd keep my dance clothes on to drive home from school). But that day in particular, I stayed well after the final bell to keep rehearsing a piece that wasn't finished. About two hours after school, I finally came back into the changing room to get my stuff. No jeans.
To this day, I'm not sure if they were stolen, if I left them at school, or if they were stolen because I left them for too long, but I never found them. And I was way too cheap to buy a new pair (at $100+ a pop).
Flash Forward to today
As soon as I saw the jeans, I knew that I couldn't not get them. After 7 years, we were reunited.
And the price? $7. I feel avenged, AND my butt looks good (mom's words, not mine)
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| THESE jeans! But why is the model standing at such an extreme angle? |
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