It's A Sad Sad Day In My World Today

[hollylewya]

I guess I always knew this day would come, but maybe I didn’t want to face it. Maybe, I thought somehow things could be different for us…like we shared a special gift. Maybe, I secretly hoped that we would leave the world together, just you and me. We’ve been together for so long, I’m not quite sure how I’ll find the strength to cope now. My friends say I’ll find a replacement, but I’m just not sure that’ll ever really happen. I’ll never be able to feel the same without you. Years ago when I would see you, my eyes would light up, and I’d get all excited. You were so new and eager to face the world. Now, I try to see you that way, but it seems all that’s left is a haggard, shredded, bedraggled shell of your former you. I see it in you though…the desire…the willpower…the want to serve. I see all of that, but I don’t know what to do with it or how to act. I can see how strangers look at you now; they try to avert their gaze or they look at me with pity, because they know all to well the pain that comes with the horrible, gut wrenching decision I must make today. And I have to do what’s right for both of us. I can’t be selfish anymore. I remember the first time I laid eyes on you. I thought you looked so small and wee; and I thought to myself, “How could someone do this?” How could someone just toss you aside like yesterday’s garbage…but I knew what you were made of. At first I was a little skeptical and nervous that maybe you and I weren’t going to be such a good fit, but I quickly got over that after I gave you that first bath. I remember about a year ago when the problems first started, and I tried to tell myself I was just being paranoid. But then things just got progressively worse. It seems as though every day I would see some new symptom. You always tried to play it off though…you were strong through all of your fibers. It all just seems so hopeless now, and I don’t know what else I can do. I’ve read everything I can get my hands on, I’ve researched for countless hours, and we’ve even seen specialists. Remember that one nut case that suggested I cut your legs off? How could I do that to you? How? It just seems so selfish…to mutilate you in such a way for what? A few more months? Every day would be a brutally painful reminder of the good times. I just hope you’ll remember the good times we had together…playing fetch in the park, camping, chasing the cat through the house, cross country road trips…and how many times have we moved together? Remember moving from FL to TX? God, I thought I was going to pee all over myself…and you. So just remember, Favorite Jeans, I love and no other pant will ever replace you.

click here to see the memorial


Sadly Yours,
The Reverend

[CaCowboi]

cute...I needed a smile

[lovelyintexas]

Good heavens, Rev. I though you had lost a real living, breathing creature.

I was so relieved to see it was your beloved jeans.

Whewwwwwwww!

[hollylewya]

Well

The pain is a little unbearable right now

But, I'm trying my best to get through it

I'm just lucky to have such a warm support group that understands my grief

I think I'll just be taking it easy for the next few days

Please feel free to share your similar losses

I think just talking about it helps a lot

The Reverend

[Lady_Di]

I think there is a special place in heaven for the very best of jeans, like the dear old friends they are. Treasured memories...

recalling my favourite 501's I stolen from my older brother when I was old enough to steal well... they were the best, he broke them in just right. Well worn to the end of their days and my bloody hips spreading like they did. Traitors!

they are up in jean heaven, btw... a very special section, great music there, too...

d

[hollylewya]

I think there is a special place in heaven for the very best of jeans, like the dear old friends they are. Treasured memories...

recalling my favourite 501's I stolen from my older brother when I was old enough to steal well... they were the best, he broke them in just right. Well worn to the end of their days and my bloody hips spreading like they did. Traitors!

they are up in jean heaven, btw... a very special section, great music there, too...

d

I agree with you, Lady Di

And I know my jeans would want me to be cottony strong and keep on keepin' on

I just have to keep my head up and keep reaching for the stars

[itsybitsy]

I would post about my beloved jeans that were secretly thrown out without my approval, but... the pain is still too vivid. You have my condolences.

[BERKIEBUTCH]

26 Songs About Denim


Forever in Blue Jeans - Neil Diamond
What It Feels Like for a Girl - Madonna
House of the Rising Sun - The Aminals
Tiny Dancer - Elton John
Me & Bobby McGee - Janis Joplin
Oh Very Young - Cat Stevens
Bell Bottom Blues - Derek and the Dominos
501 Beauty Queen - Jewel
Ain't it Heavy - Melissa Ethridge
Just Older - Bon Jovi
Crocodile Rock - Elton John
Every Ghetto, Every City - Lauryn Hill
Chuck E's in Love - Rickie Lee Jones
Blue Jean - David Bowie
Jean Genie - David Bowie
Two of a Kind, Working on a Full House - Garth Brooks
Song for Sharon - Joni Mitchell
Maxine - Donald Fagen
Big Sky Country - Chris Whitley
I'm One - The Who
From the Fryin' Pan (Into the Fire) - Ricky Van Shelton
She Bop - Cyndi Lauper
Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-Lot
The Next Episode - Dr. Dre
Rocker - AC/DC
Sundown - Gordon Lightfoot

[hollylewya]

I would post about my beloved jeans that were secretly thrown out without my approval, but... the pain is still too vivid. You have my condolences.

I can only imagine such pain

I almost lost these jeans once, because I gained a little too much weight. I gave them to my then g/f with the stipulation that when I lost the weight, I would get them back. Of course when I did lose the weight, she refused to return them. In order for me to clandestinely steal them back, I had to move her from FL to Arkansas.

Ahhhhhhhhhh, what a glorious drive back to FL that was

I barely noticed that I had no radio in the truck

I'm so very sorry for your loss

[hollylewya]

Thank you, Berkie, for your gift of song

I've been wondering how I will drown my sorrows

I was planning on a haircut today...that always seems to make things brighter

I will have music AND a haircut

I'm just so glad I knew the end was coming, and it wasn't a shock

[hollylewya]

Well

My day just got a little better

All of the major stores are having a sale this weekend

Although, next weekend would probably be better due to the holiday and all

But I'll see what I can find this weekend

It seems so disrespectful to look for a replacement so soon

But...

I have to keep looking forward


Thank you all again for your sympathies

The Reverend

[itsybitsy]

Just remember not to rush anything. The right time will come. Everyone just... deals with loss in their own way.

[hollylewya]

Just remember not to rush anything. The right time will come. Everyone just... deals with loss in their own way.

It's just so hard

Because

I see other people outside playing in their jeans, or just out walking around people watching, or even shopping for new jeans

the whole time they're just taking that fragile, denim garment for granted

Not knowing that it could all be over so quickly

I just want to run up to them and say, "Hey! You! Stop looking at what you don't have and look at what you do have! Don't take those jeans so lightly, you never know when the end may come!"

Perhaps I should start a crusade or something

Maybe an email petition to garment workers all over the world.

Better quality for a longer life

Who's with me!?

Ehhhhhh, who am I kidding


SSSssssssiiiiiiigggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh,
The Reverend

[FemNLeatherNLace]

[Bo Dacious]

*setting up cardtable*

*passing out tissues to people paying their respects*

[Amethystluv]

For your favorite jeans .......wilted flowers....

[Amethystluv]

* Thank you BO...............* taking tissues *

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[hollylewya]

For your favorite jeans .......wilted flowers....

hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha

it's a perfect match

ty, Ame


ty, Bo, for your support and willingness to help with the services

[LadyPhoenix]

Dearest Reverand,

I was so saddened to hear about the loss of Your favorite and most beloved jeans. I can't even begin to imagine the turmoil and pain that you must be feeling now... and I know that telling you... that as time goes on the pain will lessen a little here, a little there... will mean nothing to you now... so please, accept my deepest condolences in this your darkest hour... Know that my thoughts and prayers will be with you throughout this terrible ordeal... and that should you need a friend... Please feel free... to lean on my dog, Sir Hapford Wigglebottoms... he doesn't understand much ... but he will pant and wag his tail at you and ... he's really great at looking sad with his huge puppy dog eyes... perhaps he can bring you some small measure of comfort during these times... at least... if you are able to get him to come to the computer and stop chasing slobbery squeaky toys long enough ...

Brightest Blessings...
May your Higher Powers bring solace and guidance to You

Most Sincerely,

willow

[Amethystluv]

anytime dear one....

...........sorry must maintain the correct mood.... that of utter dejection........

[hollylewya]

Thank you, Lady, for offering Mr. Wigglebottoms as support and for your sympathies

I just have to keep remembering

When one fly closes another one opens

That's going to be my mantra today

I'm off to drown my sorrows in the smell of pomade and the buzz of clippers now

But I will check back later when I need to feel the comfort of friends

It all just seems so unfair

[SpinxxieFairy]

I remember when my first Dom cut my fave pair of jeans, I was stunned, beyond words... I sat there looking at them afterwards.. in a pile.. sans bum.. gone.. I kept them for weeks afterwards.. it was hard to let go..
I feel your pain,
deep sympathy,
SpinxxieFairy *SOBS*

[Heartsong]

Awwwww.....this is such a sad day! Maybe I should send a "Man of the Cloth" over your way for grief counseling.....

Everyone is right...you shouldn't rush into anything...that won't cure your "blues"...

[Amethystluv]

poooooooooor SF

[FemmeNextDoor]

...saying goodbye to that special pair of jeans is just well, beyond words.

Well

My day just got a little better

All of the major stores are having a sale this weekend

Although, next weekend would probably be better due to the holiday and all

But I'll see what I can find this weekend

It seems so disrespectful to look for a replacement so soon

Yes, it may be too soon now, my friend. Yet - know that when the time comes there will be a very deserving pair of jeans waiting for you at your local consignment shop...perhaps you might stop by and visit them before you buy a new, purebred pair at one of the big stores. Maybe even give an older pair a chance! Sure, they've been worn before - but they have so much love to give...

My heart and my prayers go out to you. I know you will make it through this difficult time.

In sympathy,
FND

P.S. re: Berk's song list. All most excellent choices; my personal rec would be Chris Whitley's Big Sky Country, which should provide the perfect balance of mournful soulfulness, catharsis, and twanging gee-tars.

[hollylewya]

...saying goodbye to that special pair of jeans is just well, beyond words.




Yes, it may be too soon now, my friend. Yet - know that when the time comes there will be a very deserving pair of jeans waiting for you at your local consignment shop...perhaps you might stop by and visit them before you buy a new, purebred pair at one of the big stores. Maybe even give an older pair a chance! Sure, they've been worn before - but they have so much love to give...

My heart and my prayers go out to you. I know you will make it through this difficult time.

In sympathy,
FND

P.S. re: Berk's song list. All most excellent choices; my personal rec would be Chris Whitley's Big Sky Country, which should provide the perfect balance of mournful soulfulness, catharsis, and twanging gee-tars.

Yanno, FND

That's exactly what I'm going to do. It's a good thing you reminded me. I never buy brand-new, 'purebred' (hahahahahahahahahahahaha) jeans. In my despair and angst, I had forgotten the golden rule of jeans shopping...never buy new jeans.

At least that's the way I see it

I just don't have the patience for purebred jeans

And

Well frankly,

I despise The Man, so I refuse to let them get a penny of my money

Ahhhhhhh, I think the pomade has really salved my wounds, because now I'm somehow, numbly looking forward to finding a new pair to call 'favorite'

But

I'm going to take my time. I'm not just going to jump at the first pair I see

They're going to have to be really special

Thank you again, everyone, for your sympathies and condolences

[hollylewya]

Awwwww.....this is such a sad day! Maybe I should send a "Man of the Cloth" over your way for grief counseling.....

Everyone is right...you shouldn't rush into anything...that won't cure your "blues"...

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

beautiful

[MadMax]

You are sooooooo bad..........My heart goes out to you at your loss.....May peace and a new pair be with you soon.

[Heart]

I thought "Favorite Jeans" was the name of your dog. The pics confused me for a full five minutes. I'm very literal minded.

And you're a bad boy.

Heart

[Amethystluv]

Maybe you should consider " renting " one for a short time to see if it really works out....

I agree you just do NOT want to rush into anything ....I know others have and most regreted it.....

Hang in there , Hon.......you'll find just the RIGHT one when you least expect it.....

[GemmeFemme]

Believe me, Rev, I know your pain.

My cursed bubble bottom and child~bearing hips have plotted against me for YEARS in the destruction of my beloved denim (with a hint of spandex and/or lycra) babies.

I've found that going the charitable route softens the blow when searching for a complementary pair of hip hugging, leg caressing jeans. Think Goodwill, dear Rev. Release your pain and rescue a poor abandoned pair of cotton comforts from dismal surroundings. Take them to play at the beach or go for a ride in the park. Love the unloved, Rev.

Peace be with you.

[Taking a chance]

A tan leather bag that my colleagues at my first real job gave me. Worn in, just the right amount, lighter somehow than leather can be, because it was well-loved. The right number of pockets for slide rules and calculators and lipstick, but not an over-the-top number of places to store things. As time passed, the bag, like the Velveteen Rabbit, grew worn and stained, and in the fullness of time, my ex suggested I dispose of it. That was almost 13 years ago, and I can still remember where she was standing when she said, Are you sure you still want this, this faded bit of saddle leather? The bastard.

[Lady_Di]

Hearing Elton John's Funeral for a Friend all day...

in honour of the dearly departed~

[Amethystluv]

oh yes................lest we for get, Lips......SHE gets a new one too.......or at least something comparable....

[Lips]

My friends and compatriots I am saddened to report that the Rev has indeed taken a turn for the worse.

Hys former devil-may-find-pants attitude has turned into bitter dis-pair about "Favorite Jeans". Hy is curled up in the fetal positon muttering "why,WHY?"

I partly blame this on the recent kidnapping of "GREAT polka-dot shirt." As in when I tried on the shirt hy said "oh my god, that is a GREAT shirt!" (insert big flam-y squeal here)

Sadly lost (and I believe irrevocable, although the Rev is holding on to every last shread of hope hy has ) to the great underworld of " I don't know WHERE the hell it is!", GREAT polka-dot shirt we pine for your sophistication and 70's cheese all rolled into one caressing ball of polyester "satin". I am weak in the knees for your polka-dotty goodness.

We wonder, did you go where the socks go? Are we missing some grand garment party?

And the Rev wimpers.

The Rev would like to extend this thread is a source of comfort and serenity to those of you that are suffering the loss of your favorite " accoutrement, array, attire, clothes, costume, covering, drapery, dress, duds, equipment, feathers, fit-out, garb, garment, gear, getup, glad rags, habiliment, habit, outfit, raiment, rig, robe, suit, threads, trapping, vestment" or handbag. (shoes and hat optional)


Amen,

Doin it for the looovveee of mah man,

Lips

[FemNLeatherNLace]

Lips... that was beautiful...pauses for a moment of silence..

[Opus]

My heartfelt condolences for your loss !!!
Incredible sendoff for "THE jeans" Rev...

[Lips]

*bump*

Just cause I can...

[Mortal coil]

I must thanks for bumping that post, and to all who part took in making it, thank you
this post has made we feel better today in missing My Limpitfemmswitch ex lover...
Cheers
Merely mortal

[emtplatt]

*background music set on repeat*
Elton John's "I guess that why the call it the "blues".

I will tell you all I have a confession to make.

First I will take you back to the demise of my "Blues" so you can see that at one time I was just like you. Mine died a horrible death *if you are squemish you should stop reading now for the brave few read on but don't say I didn't warn ya* I was running with the wrong crowd I was young and confused. I really really really wanted to be liked part of the crowd ya know cool. I know it was dumb I feel so bad but I couldn't stop myself... I had to *shudders* ride the skateboard. Well I guess it wasn't really the riding part so much as the stop or in my case flying off onto the grass. And the grass was an acomplise(sp?) the bastard. The grass was soft and only made small green tiny scratches. I was such a fool. *hangs head* I knew that the "big kids" wanted more. You know it was peer pressure I didn't know what to do. Like a virgin being sacraficed. The head big kid pointed across the street. I am sure that my eyes grew to the size of saucers as my gaze fell upon "the ramp". The ramp was a scary contraption concocted by the neighborhood kids to rule out the wimps. The ramp was made of 8 bricks laid 4 high and 2 across and the thinest strip of wood ever made. I swore it was so thin you could see thru it. I had seen many a small child want to rise to a "big kid" take a facebusting dive instead of even attempt the ramp. They would take off toward the ramp at full speed and then change their mind you could see the fear building as they would approach. I swore not to be one of those I had to go for it. Unbeknowest to little innocent unspecting me they had let the "slow kid" build the ramp and he couldn't count to 8 being that he was 17 and only in the 7th grade. As I headed to the top of the hill I heard a small voice saying "stop think about what you are doing". But no not me I had to be cool. Every kid in the neighbor hood was there I felt like I had a spotlight on me. The "big kids" were taking bets. Bet you a quarter that she bails. A quarter? Your on. B/c there was a guy on tv one time that uttered the words go big or go home.... I take off runnning throw down the board, my landing is shaky but I maintain on the board. I glance up to see the ramp fast approaching. I don't think I even had time to jump. I hit the ramp. The voice in my head is now screaming words that would normally get my mouth a good soap cleaning. Too late I realize that something built by a guy one brick short of a ramp is a bad thing. I remember very little. There was a horrible crashing noise, intense blinding pain, and someone screaming (that was me). As it is later told to me it went something like this. As I hit the side of the ramp that was only 3 bricks high the ramp came flying apart. The ramp flipped and I was thrown into the air. Eyewitness accounts differ at this point. Some say that I was totally out of control and some dont' believe the temporary insanity defense and say I was able to make the decision. Whatever the outcome was the same. I was so proud and vain back then. I couldn't scratch my precious face so I landed on my knees and slid and oh the sliding.... The jeans screamed in pain. I could feel their lifeforce beig drained away with every inch. I bet I slid 300 ft probably more like 3 but you weren't the one sliding so I will tell it my way. Anyways the pain was awful. I didn't know how to use my only 2 hands to grab all the parts that hurt at once. And then I looked down. The grass stains were gone torn away in a frenzy to be cool. With the grass stains also gone were a few layers off my knees and more then a few threads from my "blues". I tried to deny it, I swore they could be patched but in my heart I knew....this was a fatal wound. I lay back on the hot concrete and closed my eyes to the screams of the parent who lived closest to the ramp. She carried my battered broken body and clothing to my home. My grandmother opened the door. I heard a whisper......the ramp. and then.....Well those clothes are just ruined. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I guess they had a good life. But that was back then.
This was longer then I expected so you will have to wait for part 2. The ugly (A killers confession)