They were an essential kind of pants–jeans, naturally, blue but not that stiff, new blue that you see so often on the first day of school.
They were a soft, changeable blue with a little extra fading at the knees and the seat and white wavelets at the cuffs.
I guess a thrift shop is like the pound in some ways.
- thrift shop
Our pants weren’t like the neurotic puppy whose parents left it alone, barking itself hoarse from morning till night.