I’m sitting at the house, avoiding any place in this state where the Broncos are playing (and any place in this household where the Lions are playing…) and cleaning my heart out.
Why is this so wonderful? Well, it’s not. It is, however, an excuse to throw on a pair of comfortable jeans.
These are my James Jeans in Titan. The infamous cashmere denim. The only pair I’ve EVER bought a back-up for. Hell, I’m tempted to buy a back-up for my back-up.
It was a while before I found out that these were as special as they are. I’m going to share the whole story about these, which I’ve never done before.
I started getting into high-end denim when I was 18. My first pair of James Jeans are now pretty much destroyed because they were too long (and I didn’t get them hemmed… yes, shame on me!) and too big, so I messed them up badly. I should probably toss them, but I don’t have the heart. These were my second pair. I got them when I was 19 at…
Crossroads Trading Co.
I don’t care what anyone says, if you’re a big bargain hunter, there are some places (particularly Buffalo Exchange, Crossroads Trading and, a bit lesser, Plato’s Closet) where you have to head to find crazy deals on jeans because most people just don’t know the brands. It’s harder to find great deals on Rock & Republic and the like, just because they’re so well-known… but for smaller brands, these places are a mecca.
But here’s the kicker: these jeans, in pristine condition, were all of $35. I paid far more for my second pair (What? They are worth it.) because these are just a little too big and the bottoms of these look like the dog ate them as well… but I love every inch of them. You couldn’t pay me to get rid of them, not just because they were the jeans that made me fall in love with James Jeans, not because they’re cashmere.
They are, at the end of the day, a testament to finding great denim in the strangest of places. And they’re mine… you can’t have them.
Love,
JP
