as I've said before), the jeans I used to love started to make me feel sloppy. But now, I think I may have found a happy balance. I've come to accept that I am far too bed-headed (can I use that as a personality trait?) to be the vintage romantic girl (such as liebemarlene or snail and the cyclops) who rarely wear pants. I'm a mixed medium kind of gal. A gal who loves her trusty ol' blues.
So, jeans and I are okay again. And probably because of all the '70s photos/films that I've been inundating myself with lately, I've taken to wearing them a new (old) way. A couple years ago, I would've scoffed at the idea of tucking in my shirts into mid-waist jeans (inconceivable!) but now it's the only way I'll wear them.
And that's that.