Then I saw these brand new ripped up jeans on sale for $29.99. Seriously? They look ready for the rag pile.
And then I remembered an incident back in the 1970's when jeans were only sold with the crispiness of dark blue. My mother bought me a pair of blue jean overalls which were the rage that year. The first thing I did was pulled the hem out of the bottom so they would drag on the ground. Then I washed them with a gallon of bleach. I went to the local drug store and bought 2 patches in the form of an American flag and a peace sign . I sewed them on the butt area. Finally, I walked up and down the sidewalk to scruff up the bell bottoms. About a week later I came home from school and walked into the kitchen. Mom was eyeballing me and finally asked where I had gotten the overalls I was wearing.
"These are the new ones you bought me last week. Aren't they cool?" I replied.
"I spent good money and you ruined them!" she cried.
I used to be hip, cool and with it. At some point I've become a fuddy-duddy turning my nose up at tattooed eyebrows, stretched out ear lobes, and brand new ripped up jeans. But I would pay good money to get back my cool, bleached out, patched up, hem ripped overalls.