Not my pants in my closet (long)
My husband and I have been together and married for nine 1/2 years now. About 4 1/2 years ago, I decided to get back on track, as I'd let myself go a bit. It was time to turn around my appearance. I threw out everything that looked old or matronly, colors that were wrong, things that didn't fit 100% right for my body type and buy all new... I could go on. The point being, I was fanatical about it. I went out and bought two band new pairs of jeans that fit perfectly. One was a straight cut leg and one was boot cut fit. Both were Levi's. I'd decided that brand fit my rear, front and leg length the best. I loved my new Levis. I have always been the type of person who, when I take off my clothes, they end up in the hamper (never even have once understood the philosophy of hanging stinky clothes on bedposts or in chairs, on the floor?). Always. Not a new habit, but fit my new attitude. When hubby did laundry, it sat out on the dining room table. One day, I went to put on my straight cut Levi jeans, but they didn't feel right. They weren't Levi's. Then I went to look for my boot cut Levi's. Not in the closet (I even unhung everything and looked in the bottom of the closet, nope, not there). Then under the bed, then the dining room table. They were no where to be seen. Nowhere. So there I was with jeans that weren't Levi's and my most loved pair gone. We've even moved since then and they didn't turn up in any weird places (like behind the dryer).
How did I lose my Levis but gain jeans I'd never seen, nor would have ever bought?