I know that normally these jeans shouldn't be in my closet. But they were. Stuck way back in the back. Hidden away years ago when I discovered them among the racks and racks of jeans at TJ Maxx.
They are "country meets LA" and so pretty to look at that I simply cannot bring myself to take them to the consignment store. Let them play Rhinestone Cowboy in the background as the Electric Horseman and I make our way into town.
I don't care if our electric horse lights go out. My jeans will still sparkle.