Thanks, friend Artiste! Jeans are properly blessed by having mud and cowshit splashed on them, good red Wyoming mud, and by wading across Bear Creek and through a mountain meadow, with seedpods clinging to the hems, ripped by barb wire, darkened by grass stains and honest sweat, and marked with the hair of dogs and horses.
Now here is our Annie Proulx in her jeans (thanks to Love for providing this photo)
