Cloth Scissors Needle Thread
Three pairs of jeans whisper to me from my closet. One pair costs twice as much as I usually spend on jeans. I keep them, not because they look great on me, but because I feel guilty about tossing them. Another is a skinny pair that fit me five pounds ago … who am I kidding? It was closer to 10 pounds ago. The last pair has a waist size about twice my own that was left behind by a long-ago friend. Every time I move them, refold them, push them aside in my closet, the sweet and sour combo of that relationship comes back to me.
