Why shouldn't those who feel comfortable in jeans (as I do) wear them when and how they want? Now that I am 65 I can't be bothered to worry about what the clothes police think about my jeans, or my cords when it's cold, or my Rohan Bags when I'm on holiday. I am reminded of a poem by Woodrow Wilson:
For beauty I am not a star,
There are others more perfect by far,
But my face I don't mind it,
For I am behind it,
It is those in front that I jar.
And the same goes for my jeans!
If Vegetables Get Smaller and More Expensive....

