none of my clothes leave the house until they are beyond wear...my biggest regret/problem? ...stopping our lass from hoying out both my afghan coats and my embroidered levi jackets, think by then even i had given up on my (many patched up) levis with braid around the bottom of the leg and carefully frayed edges. she eventually had a clear out on the sly, by the time i noticed it was too late...spent ages in mourning, they just do not realise the pain they cause them wimmin.
Not a shirt but a pair of sweatpants I’ve had for years and adore are coming to the end. They used to be jet black but have now faded to almost grey whilst there is also a small hole on the right leg and a small red bleach stain on the front. The mrs goes mad when she sees me in them but they’re so bloody comfy I just can’t part with them.
