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Ode to my jeans
Tuesday, April 08, 2014 8:38 PM

 

ODE TO MY JEANS

By Nancy Whitaker

Do you have something that you just can’t get rid of? We all have a favorite pair of shoes, a favorite shirt or a favorite pair of jeans that may be old and holey, but parting with them would be like losing a part of yourself.

If you are like me, I have a pair of jeans that appears like they have seen their better days. However, I love them and intend on wearing them till they fall apart. The old blue jeans are tattered and faded, lost their crispness and they fit a little too tight. However, when I put them on I feel comfortable, at ease and am ready to wear them on my next adventure.

They have been with me when I played the keyboard, attended fairs and festivals, worked in the yard, went on vacation and cleaned the house. They have heard my laughter, felt my hands wiping off flour as I baked a pie, and caught any dripping tears I may have shed through the years.

While attempting to put on these jeans just the other day, I heard a big rrrrrip. I looked down at the front of my leg and sure enough that big hole had just ripped a little bit more. I tugged and pulled to get them over my waist and I said, “Come on old blue-jeans, we are both getting old and tattered, but we still have some life left in us.”

 

I do know that people pay big bucks for the worn look holey jeans. However, these old jeans have had the holes put in naturally by the wear and tear of everyday life.

I see some grass stain on them. I recall that I got that stain one day as I was trying to get in from the rain and slipped and fell. Ouch!

Another thing I see is a paint stain that I received a long time ago when painting an old picnic table. Oh what good family picnics we had.

Down at the end of the pants leg are some frayed strings hanging down. Those were put there by our old deceased weinie dog, Brownie, who loved chewing and tugging on pants legs.

My pockets have partial holes in them, but I can stick a dollar bill in them and a penny for good luck and know they will be secure.

My old jeans have been sweaty, dirty, clean, and new. They have been washed, dried, held grandkids and yes, they have even been to a church function.

They are just like me and a lot of us now, I suppose. As we age, our good looks may fade away, we may look frazzled and torn and we may have holes in us which were put there through the emotional scars of our past.

I am not ready to retire my old jeans, and even though I, too, am getting faded and older, I think I still have a few good years left in me. Let’s go old jeans and find our next destination. Our trip has just begun!

Do you have any old jeans, shoes, shirts or something that you dearly love and would not part with? Let me know and I’ll give you a Penny for Your Thoughts.