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September 18, 2017

At the risk of sounding like an old fuddy-duddy… 

Let me rephrase that.  At the risk of showing what an old fuddy-duddy I am, I’ve just gotta say I’m baffled by the whole holey-pants thing.  Oh, I know it’s all the rage.  You’d have to live on another planet not to know that you can’t be cool without having holes in your jeans.   You can’t shop anywhere for a pair without wondering if the inventory was exported from some thrift store in a third world country.

I try to be cool, keep up with the fashion trends and all, but I just can’t bring myself to buy something that’s already on its last threads.  It could be because of my particularly non-affluent background.  Even as poor as we were I would have been mortified if my faded, second-hand, hand-me-downs had holes in the knees.  Or maybe I just learned to be frugal enough not to pay for something that wasn’t there—like fabric.

My philosophy is this.  You earn your way through life and that includes your holes....

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