dchenes | success, of sorts

I probably should have gone jeans shopping on Friday, because every place I went looked like the jeans section had been in the way of a rhinoceros stampede or something. I ended up with the only pair of 14-short jeans in Filene's in the Galleria. They weren't what I wanted, but they were what there was. Jeans shopping would be easier if I didn't hate low-rise boot cut jeans.

And now I have clean and dry dark laundry, and clean and drying white laundry. No wonder I couldn't find any clean non-wool socks yesterday; they were all in the hamper.