My sartorial transgression

Another thing my mom and I disagreed on is the need for "painting jeans". She has a few old pairs of jeans that she uses for gardening and painting, and one of the first things she wanted to do with me was go to Goodwill and get me my own pair of painting jeans. She was so excited about it... I could not have been more mortified. Don't get me wrong, I love a good thrift store shopping spree. I do not, however, agree that you have to look a mess just because you're working on a messy project. I have perfectly fine work out clothes, sweat pants, and old t-shirts, and don't plan on rolling around in the dirt or throwing paint on myself.

I don't like admitting I'm wrong. Especially to my mom. But let me tell you, the first drop of paint that landed on my Lulu Lemon pants made me see the error of my ways. I'm so embarrassed to admit it, but I folded. And it gets worse!! Since I started the painting project without getting my own pair, I stole my mom's! After that big fight I had to admit I was wrong AND ask her for help. So now not only do I have painting jeans, but I have painting jeans that have to be belted and rolled up to even stay put. I look awful in them, but I don't care. I am not ruining my real clothes.

Woe is me. If I start wearing camo, please stage an intervention!

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