Ahhh, yes. The joys of a Saturday afternoon with no plans.
What to do. What to dooooo.
I’ll just see if there’s anything good on TV…
I deserve an afternoon on the couch anyway, right?
A Sex and the City marathon is on! T-god!!!
I’m just gonna browse the Interwebs while Carrie examines the plight of modelizers in 1998 Manhattan.
Oh I wonder if that Etsy shop still has that pair of vintage Levi 501’s listed?!
I think I need them.
Browse, click, scroll. Repeat.
Mr. Big really is a g-dang class act.
Where’s my “Mr. Big”? But without all the on-and-off again, emotional rollercoaster, fear of commitment stuff.
Oh theeeeese jeans.
They. Are. THE. Ones. I know it. I can feel it.
But do I really need them?
I do have a pair of vintage Levi’s already.
And I love them soOoOo much — people are going to start noticing how I often I wear them aka almost every day, I think??
This pair is different than my pair, though.
Darker wash, longer inseam, button-up fly.
Ok, I’m going to do it. I’m going to buy them.
Am I sure about this?
Carrie rarely wears jeans. And her shoe collection is to die for.
Really, I watch Sex and the City aspirationally.
That and I feel like Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha are my best friends.
Back to the jeans………. I shouldn’t.
But I want to soooo bad!
Think of how often I’d wear them!
That’s SO often.
I’m doing it. You only live once.
These jeans need me just as much as I need them.
Who needs a boyfriend when I could have these vintage jeans?
Ok, I’m buying them.
I did it.
Phew. Is that relief I feel?
Be happy!!! They’re mine!
They won’t be delivered for another week!? WHAAA