Old Levis…Old Friends

My jeans should be willed to the Smithsonian, they’re that old and tattered…sewn, stitched, patched, the original denim humbly peeking through.

If they could only talk, the tales they could tell.

We’ve been through a lot together, well traveled, zipped on and off in choice hotels, on lover’s couches, draped drowsily over a chair.

I remember once leaving them behind after a break-up, the man in question mailing them back UPS. It might have been the nicest thing he ever did, returning them, since I’d be lost without their familiar feel.

The cotton is so soft from how many washings, a few hundred at least?

A tailor I’d bring them to, one day refused to fix them again, said I couldn’t even make proper napkins out of them.

I recall getting mad, calling him a snob, and he was, being the tailor to the stars, which was why I employed him because my jeans deserve the very best.

Signature possessions are important. They represent who you are.

I’ve never been a faddish girl who shopped through the eyes of Vogue or Harper’s Bazaar. I had my own style, according to my mother, from the time I could walk.

She did tend to exaggerate. What, did I have diapers in assorted colors? She never said, and now we’ll never know.

But the fact that my wardrobe in general never changes, needing only occasional replenishment, like if a pair of pumps or Chucks wear out, or tights that have seen their day, will tell you a little something about me.

I’m solid, sated in tradition rather than the ephemeral.

There’s comfort in continuity…flow in the familiar, like my trusty Lees, their pockets still keeping my thumbs warm as I hook them in their folds.

How they loiter around my hips even when belted.

Loose, soft and comfy.

What else can I say except, putting them on is like coming home.

thumbnail-1.jpg That’s us, me and Lee, payin’ the rent.

SB

 

 

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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91 Responses to Old Levis…Old Friends

  1. kingmidget says:

    I’ve had some pretty ratty jeans over the years. The wife insists on throwing them out, I say “over my dead body!”

    “They have holes.”

    “So. What!”

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  2. Vasca says:

    I don’t have any jeans…my shape is short waisted and jeans are no good on me…no good at all. But…I seem to have a love affair with my jackets. My favorite is so ratty in places that are seemingly unfixable or patchable but I wear it as is and always ‘at home’ in it. It’s downright chic…I think even Coco would love it. Good things clothes can’t talk, wowee!!! Love this ‘you and Lee payin’ the rent’…holey Lee-oley!

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  3. I just threw away four pair of jeans at Lise’s quiet insistence. All edges were frayed, stringingly so. One had fashionable holes in unfashionable places. They were not new when we moved here six years ago. Why did I let them go? I’ve changed shape, and they were in danger of falling down when I walked. No one would want to be around me if they did.

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  4. PS Is that you in the ad?

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  5. I still have a pair of button-fly jeans that I got in the early 70s. I wear them occasionally but will admit the buttons are a pain nowadays. Not sure why I still have them. Maybe the button fly was always a pain. I like the rent paying photo with you and Lee.

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  6. Sorryless says:

    I’ve got a pair of Lees in my closet from back in the day. I call them my Comeback jeans because they’re the pair I wore after I lost a ton of weight in my early twenties. I had bulked up playing football in high school and when I stopped those workouts after, all those muscle turned into a two hundred and forty pound individual who was driving down a one way street quickly. Those Lees met me on the other side of that mess and while I don’t wear em any longer, excepting for the sheer hell of it in order to feel good about where I got to, I don’t expect I will ever ditch them.

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  7. Dale says:

    I guess when one is such as you are, there are no fluctuations in sizes… so any jeans I may have had that I adored, I no longer fit into. Any I have now, I do NOT want to fit into later…
    Ah well.

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  8. My old levi jeans are a bit worn out, sort of like old me. But we both live on.

    Like

  9. robprice59 says:

    I don’t own a pair of jeans any more but I understand what you mean. Maybe retirement is a good time to run a new pair in?

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    • They kinda spoil you for normal trousers. I have a wonderful pair of black slacks that next to Lee, feel like burlap. As nice as they look, I rarely wear them.
      New jeans in a jiffy, get soft. Yes, buy a new pair.

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  10. skinnyuz2b says:

    There is nothing like a comfy pair of jeans, not too snug or loose. I usually keep them until the butt wears so thin that it rips. If only a repairer to the stars lived in this neck of the woods!
    Love your ad!

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