Ripped Jeans...

So tonight, I'm going to dinner with my mom. It's pretty much just like any other Saturday night. Except, tonight, I'm wearing these ripped jeans.

Hold any significance to you?

I didn't think so. But they do to me, and maybe, one day, it'll mean something to someone else. Anyways, to get to the point. I'm wearing these ripped jeans, but they aren't just any ripped jeans. These ripped jeans are the jeans I wore on the set of END. I spent every weekend in these jeans for weeks in August and September. They've kind of just been a part of the journey. Sure, their kinda worn and faded, but isn't END kinda that way too? I mean, of course I'll never forget the memories that happened on the set(EARMUFFS!), but it's a bit worn, in a good way. It's been a little less than a year since we started END, and while that time may have flown by quicker than anyone expected it to, it did. And I'm pretty sure that I can say this for anyone who has been working on END in Post, they're tired and worn, just like the jeans. The memories that have come from production and post will never fade, and even though the journey has been restless and tiring, and even though everyone is worn out, we live on, everyday, and I don't know about anybody else, but I'm pretty dang excited to see the finishing project.

So tonight, in honor of the last weekend of post, I'm wearing the ripped jeans. They've been through it all, and so it's only right that they are worn tonight.

I'll always look at these ripped jeans and see the hard work and sweat put into END, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Signing off, one more time,
Lauren