Well, when you get to the age where mom jeans are what you want, it’s a given that you’re also at the no fucks given age WRT fashion.
It’s as liberating as hell.
I blew past mom jeans and went straight to cargo shorts and a strap belt to hold them up (in spite of being fat, I still have no ass), flip flop sandals and leg warmers. And an oxblood woolrich winter flannel shirt.
Too funny! I’m sending this to my husband. I’ll ask him if his co-workers like the smell of his colon.
Thanks for the laugh!