I have this favorite pair of jeans that feel like magic. They’re a vintage pair of Levi’s with worn
wallet cellphone marks in the back pocket and holes in the knees that I’ve actually earned and not overpaid for. I can dress them up. I can wear them with beat up Converse. I’ve even slept in these things.
I’ve lived in these pants for years and… realtalk: I can’t fit into them anymore. It feels like a shame. It feels unjust… but I know it’s just life (and butter). It also feels too hard to let them go. So I won’t. Maybe I’ll fit into them again. Maybe I just need to find the perfect pair of jeans for me to embrace my thirties. I’m not stressing it… everything will work itself out in the land of pants.
Why am I talking about jeans?
These waffles feel as classic as my favorite pair of jeans. They’re waffles so they’re inherently fancy and homey. They can be dressed up with sliced fruit and pure maple syrup… or they can be dressed down with spicy mustard and sliced ham. They’re an any-which-way situation. I’ve also packed these waffles with a major amount of seeds. Accessories are always nice. Let’s discuss.