They are green, with patches. PATCHES. (I did not, despite my sewing prowess, install the patches myself. They came pre-installed. A strange concept.)
Now, part of my quiet and insubstantial rebellion at work is that I am in pain. I'm in a little physical pain, and a little emotional pain, and a little existential pain. I'M IN A LITTLE PAIN. And so I express my pain in a healthly manner, like wearing inappropriate clothing and turning up for work JUST on time (not early! take that, work!).
This is a face in pain.
And not just because of the birds' nest hair going on.
Anyway. Mr. Cereal has a sewing project for me-- something I have not attempted ever!-- jeans. I'm a bit worried, but more because I see it as a challenge. Luckily there is a ton of help on the internet. And Mr. Cereal seems to believe I can do it. (Though his words last night were less encouraging-- "you're my only hope!") Ah, worth a try. And I do like to have a project. Plus, success would be incredible. And jeans are, after all, a type of TROUSERS....
(I just can't say PANTS. Pants = underpants.)
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