This morning’s household crisis: Spriggy found, and needless to say plundered, Kate’s dwindling supply of Easter candy. While we ate Special K and oatmeal in the kitchen, Mr. Sniffy Nose ate one Reese’s Cup, several pixie sticks, a handful of jelly beans and half a chocolate bunny. Kate is in tears, I’m pretty irritated and if he barfs on the carpet, he’s dead.
And don’t tell me the dog is at great risk, because chocolate and dogs and blah blah. This dog has eaten everything from rubber bands to fiberglass insulation and lived to tell the tale.
So, I guess this means no update until later. But on the same theme, a tip: If you’re not watching “Showdog Moms & Dads,” you’re missing something wonderful.
LATER: Well, if a chocolate crisis is coming, I still have some time, as the perpetrator is now sleeping peacefully on the floor, the victim is off to school, it’s too chilly to exercise yet and the day’s duties can be pushed off for a few more minutes. Some bloggage:
In blue jeans, I’m a Levi’s girl. Always have been. I’ve tried Lee (my sister-in-law’s preference), tried Wrangler (but not for long), tried others, but I always regret it and wonder why I strayed. In blue jeans, it’s all about who gets to you first, and my first jeans-buying came in the hippie-dippy early ’70s, when Levi’s reigned. To me, a well-seasoned pair of plain-vanilla Levi’s is the very definition of “classic,” of comfort, of all the important clothing values, and that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Levi’s have waxed but mostly waned since then, but I’m loyal. My current fave pair is a dark-indigo dyed pair of old-skool 501s. I just love ’em. I think they cost around $40, at the Levi’s store at the outlet mall. Which is why I read, with amusement and horror, this NYTimes story on high-end denim, “high-end” being jeans that cost more than $200, but that’s the low end of the high end — one brand of in-demand denim called Evisu rings in at $625. Per pair.
Here’s my prejudice when it comes to this stuff: I think it’s not only overpriced, but hideously ugly. Jeans are, at their heart, work pants, and work pants should not come with embroidered seagulls on the butt and “tea-stained lace trim.” This prejudice started with the designer jeans of the ’70s — Calvins, Sasson and the ghastly Gloria Vanderbilts — and continues through the $375 True Religion hand-distressed denim you can buy today.
I used to be an equestrian, and to my mind, the best-looking jeans look you can have is a well-worn pair of Levi’s on a butt made supple and firm by hours in the saddle, framed by a stained pair of custom-made suede chaps. The cost comes in the thousands you spend on the horse and its upkeep, and the time you spend posting without stirrups and sitting the trot, which makes the look far more costly than designer Japanese denim but that much rarer.