I have, this morning, much to my surprise, managed to squeeze myself into a pair of pre-Gertie jeans.
I have therefore disproved the well-known (to myself) proverb that you can't teach old jeans a new body, and though they no longer make the most comfortable outfit, and I shan't be sporting a cropped top with them, there is something deeply satisfying about the achievement.
The joy this brings is marred somewhat by the realisation that they are probably eight to ten years past their fashion-date, being rather more on the flared side of bootcut, and of an indigo that hasn't been seen on the high street in a while. Sod it. I'm wearing them anyway.
This is a post that won't be receiving a pictorial accompaniment...