It is a rare day that I find thrift shop jeans that actually fit me. One Tuesday afternoon I was volunteering at the Humane Society thrift shop; I was working in the back, sorting through donated clothes, shooting them with the tagging gun (I love using that thing), and pricing them. All of a sudden, under a pile of old lady blouses, I came across the most amazingly ugly acid wash mom jeans. I bought them for myself immediately. And here they are. I paired them with a faux fur coat and pearls to give them a shot of glamour. It seemed the natural thing to do.
May the Force be with you.
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