On Monday and Tuesday I was forced to wear a pair of jeans I really don’t like. I was in a grumpy mood and it was rather easy just to blame my pants.
I did laundry when I got home yesterday. I ironed some button-down shirts. The prospect of cute clothes put me in a good mood, although it was dampened yet again when I realized I’d forgotten to attend a meeting last night for the housing board. Oops.
I went to bed and woke up late and rushed through my morning routine. The only thing that made me smile this morning was putting on my Kate jeans. The term Kate jeans comes from Neridra, Queen of Anagrams. A while ago she pointed out how Kate on Lost always has superb fitting jeans for romping around the island. No matter how dirty and gritty she looks, her denim attire is always perfect. Anyway, putting on my Kate jeans transforms my mood. It’s probably why I dread wearing anything else. And I know, I know, I could just buy another pair…but that’s the thing about having a favorite pair of jeans—there can only be one.
Kate jeans should make you look at least a few inches taller than you actually are, fill in places that need curves or make you look ten pounds thinner. Kate jeans usually cost a small fortune. Trying to find Kate jeans at the Gap is really useless. I’ve tried for about ten years. Sometimes you can find Kate jeans on sale, but you’ve got to have friends to keep you posted on these things. Weltsie told me that Lucky was having a sale last year and that’s how I found my Kate jeans. Kate jeans should look good with heels and flip-flops.
Kate jeans, quite simply put, are made of awesome.