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I fell in love with my Liverpool jeans on a random Thursday. I dropped my daughter off at school, did Pilates, and went straight to my desk after getting home. It was about three hours into work that I had that moment of, “Oh, hm, I’m still in my workout clothes…” It’s a 50/50 split as to how often I’ll properly change versus staying in my gym togs, but with a brand-new pair of jeans adding some temptation to the Ole Miss All Roads Lead To Omaha T-shirt moreover I will buy this equation, it was a day for the former—and that is how I came to be standing in my closet, shocked and amazed that the pair of jeans I’d pulled on were actually comfier than the stretchy yoga sweats I’d been wearing all morning. Some background: I am a denim devotee. I own a lot of jeans and have never, ever understood the camp that thinks they’re uncomfortable (I wore them regularly throughout the early days of quarantine in 2020, confused at why that would impress colleagues or friends who insisted they’d only been in sweatpants for months—they’re just jeans, guys).
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