blue jean baby

Bill has a habit (addiction, obsession, ritual) of naming his blog posts after songs. I think he had hoped someone would notice. I'm sure readers have, but no one has actually commented (at least not on his blog) about them.

Sometimes my mind works like that too. We sing a lot of things. Just this morning I sang the newly written, "I will get a new kitchen someday" song. We're still looking for someone to actually write the verses, the music and then produce it, record it and then be the label... it'll makes us millions. Of pennies. Or tears. It's not really that good. We'll stick to writing blogs.

So the title comes into this post (really, I do have a point) in that it is referencing my jeans. I have exactly three pair. Now I know some people will gasp at this fact. My dear husband points out that he only has one pair he can wear out in public. He would have more if he stopped using his "good" jeans to do yard/house/car work in them. He still has more jeans than I do, good or "work". I have two pair for yard/house work and they are both riddled with so many holes that I might as well make them shorts. Literally the bottom half of the legs are falling off. I don't understand how that happens. Why some jeans wear more in the knees than others. I am not on my knees doing anything.

Let's review, the total amount of blue jeans I have are five. Two aren't worthy of the public scene and out of the three good pairs, one is about to become "hole"y.

I ask you, dear bloggers, am I allowed to buy more? Is five enough? Am I being materialistic? How many jeans should a 30-something female American own??? Thank you for your thoughts.