The jeans featured in the 2 pictures above came on the block the other night. The sistahood met in a chatroom that became our virtual auction house. Less dignified than Sotheby's perhaps, but we had a blast. Somehow I found myself in a bidding war for the jeans, offering an amount that was double what I'd ever paid for a pair of jeans for myself. What can I say, I was drunk on those images and the aura those jeans were infused with. Then my sistah-bidder hit the gas and took the bidding into triple digits. I washed out on the side of the road.
When I recovered, I realized how much she really deserved them. She had been the unofficial organizer of Ian's fans long before he appeared on anyone's radar, before he was cast in 'LOST' and before there was any reason to be a Sistah. I could never begrudge her an article of his clothing. And besides being the recipient of those fabulous jeans, she was the recipient of the most obvious comment of the evening: "Honey, we always knew you wanted to get into Ian's pants."