I’ve been a little bit of a “princess and the pea” lately with my distressed denim. But really when you think about it, it’s a big decision. Too much might mean you’re jumping on a harley soon, and too little can be a bit of a snoozefest. I actually gave up my search and tried taking a cheese grater to an old pair, only to go a bit overboard which resulted in tossing them, but luckily I ran into this perfectly distressed pair at Old Navy. It was just what I was looking for, a slightly worn-in wash with some subtle tears. As of late, my casual fall uniform has consisted of my new found denim, oversized tees or button downs, booties and loads of fun jewelry.