For the last five years ripped, distressed or just plain torn jeans have been MY thing. I wear them with anything and everything. From dressy tops, to long sleeved sweaters in winter, I'm more than likely never without my distressed True Religion's. My almost 89 year old grandma on the other hand can't get her finger around it. I make sure if I'm wearing my jeans, it's when my mom is babysitting her, as she never lets me live it down. "How much did you pay for those things?", "It's time we buy you a new pair", "I wouldn't have given you five cents for them", "You paid how much?" Yes, my grandma is right…I paid how much for them? It makes me feel that much worse when I'm forced to hear it a million times over. I know it seems silly to pay this much for jeans, but thankfully they last forever and ever. Thank God for my metabolism.
These on the other hand, would really cause a stir with my Abuelita Margarita. Talk about beat down.