I have a peculiar habit of buying multiples of items that I discover I like. This happens with jeans, gym shoes, shorts, tops, mugs, coasters, or really anything. I think it’s the Sam’s Club dynamic. If I enjoy something, I will enjoy that something more if I had more of it. Part of it is practical. Take jeans. I have a curvy shape (be nice here!) and I have a difficult time finding jeans that fit just right, so when I find a pair that fit perfect, I immediately buy another. With coasters, it’s just a problem. I have a lot of coasters, but never one when and where I need it. It turns out that Travis has this same problem, hence the photo op I found by my front door the other day, with our multiple matching shoes. 

Back to jeans. With my jeans, when I move on to another two pairs of jeans, the previous two jeans become work jeans. Since I currently work at the cafeteria at our high school, they are literally jeans I wear to work. What you may or may not realize about working in a cafeteria is that it involves a lot of movement, a lot of walking, switching directions, shifting around to grab items. This applies much friction to the wearing parts of my jeans. Back in my youth, I would wear out the knees of my jeans before anywhere else. Now, as someone who has never experienced thigh gap, I wear out the inner thigh. This wear creates a slow smooth thinning of the fabric in that area of the jeans, much like the continuous trickle of water can wear a rough stone into a smooth one. 

Now, to my dilemma. How long do I wear these particular work jeans? Every week, I have convinced myself that they have another week. I wear them and wash them, wear them and wash them, assuring myself that I will not experience critical wear while bending over to grab a fresh pair of gloves from the bottom shelf. A couple years ago, I waited too long and experienced critical wear while shopping after work, unknowingly allowing my ass to hang out for an unknown period of time. Due to an underwear shortage on that particular day, I was wearing ugly underwear, which only amplified my mortification when my rip was discovered. That is not the cool “ripped jeans” look the kids are going for. Or maybe it is, but I am no kid. 

So, this week I decided not to roll the dice and I am experimenting with other work pants options. But next week, I could go back to roll the dice. I mean, the jeans look perfect except for that one spot on the inner thigh. What could go wrong? 

Have a great week everyone! Bring on the warm weather, so I can move onto my matching shorts!