THAT is a great story. How funny that your mom didn’t even wear jeans, and now her jeans - and her story - will be in the Levi museum.
I love shopping estate sales for “treasure” - you just never know what history and stories you might discover.
TY. I only vaguely remember those jeans. I used to amuse myself by trying on her clothes, but those jeans (a women’s style I think) were strictly off limits to me — not that I’d be caught dead in them. My generation wore only men’s Levis slung low on the hips and rolled at the cuff in whichever style was favored by our high school. That is, that is what we wore until we’d developed hips that didn’t allow the men’s cut any more.
Some years we’d roll them real tiny, full length, some years we favored a deep cuff — mid calf, some years the style was to cuff them under so they looked like they had no cuff. And we never, never wore them ragged.
As I said, my memory is vague, but I think they had a side zip.