Everlane sweater – Grana jeans – Adidas shoes.
I wore this outfit the day I got a frantic call from my mom in the middle of the afternoon a couple weeks ago. I knew it was about my dad. An hour after this was taken Z was driving me to the airport. My dad passed while I was waiting to board the flight. I was uncomfortable by then and tired of being in jeans. I haphazardly threw together clothes in a small bag to last me a week. I’m still not sure how I managed to fit them all.
When I got to Florida I immediately took off the jeans and haven’t worn them since. I don’t even look at them for wearing on casual Friday at work. I won’t say I’ll never wear jeans again, but I’ve no desire to wear the ones I have. The light pair I only wear when gardening now and they are covered in grass and dirt stains. They are a bit looser than the ones in the photo above. Maybe I need to look at wearing loose jeans. I don’t like the term “boyfriend” jeans. Something about marketing it that way so that it only applies to women sounds sexist. There’s no such thing as “girlfriend” jeans for men (that I know of) so why must women’s jeans be marketed based on something men own that’s supposedly covetable by women? It doesn’t make sense to me and I’ve always cringed at the style name. Just call them loose.