My favorite thing to wear by far is my ratty old blue jeans. These jeans have seen me through thick and thin literally. I got these way back when I was at least a hundred pounds larger. They are so threadbare a sneeze would blow through them. They have been mended and mended. I know that I am soon going to have to give them last rites but I just can’t bring myself to do it. It would be like turning my back on an old friend just because they grew old. I have replaced them and set them aside but they somehow seem to end up back with me. It’s time, just not yet!
sweet painted ladies mini (diana burton)
fonts - noodle script, mom's typewriter