I admit it. I'm a blue jeans junkie. Blue jeans have been a staple of my wardrobe since before I got pregnant with the oldest of my five sons in 1969. Whether fat, thin, round with child, or puffy with post-delivery pounds - jeans were my go-to wardrobe staple. Most of the time, I probably looked downright unremarkable. A few times, though, I felt like I looked a tad alluring - a very heady feeling when your station wagon sports three car seats and is littered with smelly soccer socks and ripped...
I admit it. I'm a blue jeans junkie. Blue jeans have been a staple of my wardrobe since before I got pregnant with the oldest of my five sons in 1969. Whether fat, thin, round with child, or puffy with post-delivery pounds - jeans were my go-to wardrobe staple. Most of the time, I probably looked downright unremarkable. A few times, though, I felt like I looked a tad alluring - a very heady feeling when your station wagon sports three car seats and is littered with smelly soccer socks and ripped...
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