Even More Small Stuff

I just stuck my head out the door... my whole body, actually, seein' as how I took the garbage out... and I've determined there will be no outdoor Happy Hour today unless the current conditions change radically over the next couple o' few.  The temperature is almost exactly the same as it was yesterday but the sky is overcast and the wind is up, two conditions that make it right chilly outdoors.  I knew this run o' good weather had to come to an end at some point.

Snow is in the forecast for tonight so it's a good thing I decided NOT to wash the car while I was oot and aboot yesterday.

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DFAS (that's the Defense Finance and Accounting Service, for youse who have no clue) really has its act together this year, in that I already have my 1099 in hand.  Those wonderful folks also advised me that (a) I DID get a raise this year and (b) my taxes went up.  The tax increase ain't all THAT much, amounting to about three beers or one good cigar.  We like to consider increases like these in tangible terms, yanno?  That said, my taxes did go UP.  And here I thought Obama was gonna ensure the middle class wasn't gonna get a tax hike... what happened?

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A minor mystery:

Here we have two pairs o' Levi's, size 29x32, both bought at the same time, both worn equally, and both worn through... which is to say there's an incipient hole... in EXACTLY the same place, that place, and nowhere else (yes, I DO dress right).  There once was a time when my Levi's wore out at the knees first but that's no longer the case.  It looks like I have a lil patching to do in the very near future.

Speakin' o' Levi's... there's this:

Trendy... Or, What Goes Around Comes Around

We all have our quirks, habits, and a certain way of doing things. One of my quirks/habits is the fact I've worn only Levi's jeans since I was in my teens, and only Levi's 501s for about the last 25 years or so. I also did that Dr. Hook kinda thing back in the early ‘70s… which is to say:

I've got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Katy
Who embroiders on my jeans

 

Except there wasn’t a Cocaine Katy in my life (well, there wasn’t one who did embroidery work, anyway)… I did my own stuff for the most part, and it was less embroidery and more patching… with different colored swatches in paisleys, bright red, green, or whatever sort of rag was lying around. And hip store-bought patches too. My jeans needed patching, as I kept them until they were literally falling apart. But I came by all the holes, worn spots, rips, tears, and the like honestly. “Stone washed” and “aged” denim hadn’t appeared on the market… yet. 

 

So… I’ve been known to buy my jeans direct from Mr. Strauss’ company out in SFO and I’m on their mailing list as a result. Here are a couple of shots from an ad in this morning’s in-box:

 

Heh. Commercially-provided age... complete with rips and tears… all yours, for a price. And note the frickin’ price in the second shot! One hundred eighty-five Yankee Dollars for “Tokyo Worn” jeans. By contrast, here’s a pic of “Portales Worn” jeans, which cost substantially less:

 

I think I’ll stay with the above. Alternatively… if you’d like to give me $185.00 for ‘em (size: 28x30), drop me a comment and let’s talk. I might could be persuaded.

There were 20 comments to that old post, but no offers for the jeans.  I even gave you Gentle Readers a second chance, too!