These jeans. They’re the kind I’ve always wanted, but never possessed.
These jeans have been to a holy place. (OK, you and I both know there’s plenty of opportunity to take this to Punsville but for whatever reason, today? Today I will refrain.)
What holy place do I speak of? Why, just this little place I like to call, “The Church of John Coltrane”. Why do I like to call it that? Because that’s its name. Gosh. Silly question.
Now, I’m not a religious person (though I sure like their merchandise) but this was a place we just needed to go. And I’m glad we did. Because it was awesome. How could it not be?
You know what else is awesome? A dude rolling up in his car while you’re standing outside said church, leaning out his window and informing you your brand new boots are, “cool“. (It’s true, they really are.)
Sunglasses: Cotton On
Scarves: Gift and Myer
Tops: Macy*s and Myer
Wrist stuff: Gift and Lovisa