I’m no fashionista. This truth is self evident. Most of my jeans are ripped. My favorite shoes are Converse, preferably the ones that don’t require tying. So knowing this about me, why did I nearly panic this morning thinking that after today, Labor Day, I wouldn’t be able to wear my favorite white jeans for months?
Call me old school.
Or simply call me old. I realize I’m showing every single one of my southern-fried fifty-four years.Continue Reading