The Twelve Days of Christmas
I found a pair of jeans, folded nicely, in the back of my car yesterday. My sister hemmed a few pairs for my mom a few days before, and I was sure these were accidentally left behind. Turns out: no. So I sat around trying to come up with a reason, any reason there might be a pair of jeans in my car. They were not new jeans, but still nice, and in a size that was fine for me to wear. So, naturally, I put them on. I wore them two days in a row. (Don't tell me you don't do that). I'm going to be honest though, I'm still pretty baffled. It's not like you accidentally lose your jeans--like you might a glove or--I'll even give you--a shoe. Jeans don't just happen to slip off and fall under car seats or couches.
I got to thinking: Someone thinks I look bad in my jeans and they're anonymously donating a pair in hopes that I'll make a switch! Next thing you know I'll be on one ofTyra Banks' My Friend Needs a Makeover episodes!
My fears began to subside a little though, when this morning, before I got in the car to take Hazey to school, I saw a pair of little boys' shoes, just about Parley's size, resting on the side of the driveway (maybe my car was locked?).
Then it became clear. How could I have missed it before?
All signs point to the 12 days of used clothes Christmas! I cannot wait to see what Jed gets tomorrow (pant size 34 x 30) I'll make sure to leave the car open!