four jeans.

I used to have two pairs of jeans.
One was from Gap, and they were woefully thread-bare in the bottom area. I've had them since my freshman year of college.
The other is a pair from Old Navy, and because of the poor quality of the material (as well as my close encounters with walls and doors) the buttons have been falling off. When the fly button finally came undone, I considered donating them, but I had already donated the Gap pair mentioned above.
So I fixed them as best I could, and they were my only jeans for a few weeks.
I dreaded going jean shopping...I had gone to look for skinny jeans before, and there is only so much hopping-and-tugging that I can tolerate before resigning to tiredness.

I used to have one pair of jeans.

Then! I received two pairs--one gray, one black--from a friend moving to New York. They fit perfectly.
Then! Christina brought home a pair of blue William Rast jeans that also were just right after a little hemming.

The conclusion of this multiplying jean story is that I am not to worry or toil-tug-and-hop about what I am to wear during the winter. I am more valuable than a sparrow.