I haven't blogged in awhile because I had nothing to say, nothing I was excited about, but today that changed. I arrived home from an out of town trip to find a package on my doorstep, one that I'd been waiting for awhile, three weeks to be exact. Three weeks ago, my favorite jeans developed a hole. Now that they've added lycra to things, jeans will run on you like pantyhose, and my did, in a place I couldn't cover up. I was devastated. These weren't old navy sale jeans, but 200 dollar/pair jobs, ones that I'd had for two years. I'd tried on no less than thirty pairs to find them. I'm sure most of you ladies can relate, especially if you are curvy. Good jeans are hard to find, and these were not only good, but comfortable and broken in, the kind you always grabbed first, that make you look hot on the worst of days. I took a picture of the hole and sent it it my sister. She's my fashion consultant, my go-to girl. I wanted to know...