Finally bought those jeans with embroidered flowers on them. I put it on the next morning. I feel a little excitement. With Kees-de-Jong-like thoughts in my head (everyone must be thinking: what great pants she has) I walk to school with my daughter. The first thing the teacher says when we walk into class: “Hey, do you have new pants?” You see, I think, and with a glow of pride I answer in the affirmative. Then she says: “I thought so: the price tag is still on the back.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the September 1, 2023 issue.
