I FINALLY FOUND MY BLACK JEANS that were hidden in the dark, and febreze-happy smelling dungeon I like to call my washroom. Gone for weeks, I finally caught my eye on them when I made the choice of going to my washroom which is, essentially, a dungeon based on the fact that it is hidden in the utmost corner of my basement. And we all know basements have bad people waiting to scare you. Obviously.
Despite my scares of my basement, I decided to finally brighten up a bit and wear some color; it's hard to say, but I'm pretty happy with the colors.