Clothing

She found the jeans in that funky little consignment shop across town. They were a beautiful blue, faded just the right amount. But what made them absolutely perfect was the embroidery. Not machine stitched, but done by hand. Flowers and leaves twined around the hem of the bellbottoms. Miniature cats prowled up one leg, chasing after the birds on the other one. Whimsical fish swam across the back pockets.

Trying them on, she discovered a note folded up in the front pocket. “May you meet your true love while wearing these jeans. I did.”

And that night she did, too.