Sitting on my table, untouched, is the September issue of Vogue magazine. It’s been there for so long I’m convinced there has to be something growing under it. I used to look forward to reading Vogue. No longer. For one, this issue is so heavy it’s impossible to pick up. (It weighs a whopping 4 pounds 10 ounces). And for another, I no longer need Vogue magazine to tell me what to wear. I … [Read more...] about Why I Love My Jeans