When my mama was home between hospital stays, I would help her shower and get dressed. One day she wanted her best jeans. I sorted through her closet and pulled out the ones she described, and asked her where she even found Gloria Vanderbilt jeans these days. I think she said JCPenney. She told me they were her favorite brand though and the only ones that fit her anymore. Fast-forward a couple of weeks, and while I was staying at their house, I did some of my laundry. I always hang my jeans up to dry and so did she. When I brought my clothes home after she passed away, I discovered I had a pair of those Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. I put them to the side to take back to their house. However, Friday before last, I accidentally grabbed them thinking they were some of my own jeans. I didn’t realize until I put them on and thought they felt a little different, so I looked at the label. I didn’t take them off. Were they my style? No. My size? Not really. But, they felt good, and I wore them to work that day. I’ve never been more proud to wear Mom jeans in my life.
