Number 6 has only cemented it. I’ve been feeling this was coming for several months now. I’ve had a great run with denim. Together we’ve loved and lost, and learned things about each other we never imagined. I know now there will always be a place for it in my life.
But I find myself of late not feeling comfortable in it. Like it or not, our appearance talks, and I find myself speaking a different language than my denim. And though it’s expensive if done well, I believe my time has come to suit up. Not some “I work at bloomingdales everyday” suit; more like a “I’m a secret agent” suit. Because that’s what I’m doing anyway right?
Anyway, it’s time. Over the next 600 days or so, I’ll attempt to make a complete changeover. Denim will still be there. As I said, there’s a place for it. As there will be my anthropologist-Dr.jones-jungle cruise-attire.
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