Trendy.

Mrs TD demanded that I take her to the DIY emporium to select some paint, our tame decorator is paying us a visit on Wednesday and we need to be prepared.
While she was occupied, I went off to conduct my own nefarious business (unsuccessfully) before we met up again for a spot of lunch.
 
Afterwards, we crossed the car park to the food outlet where I noticed these jeans for sale at exorbitant prices. I had previously, naively assumed that the youf of today purchased perfectly good clothing and then mutilated it, as desired, with a pocket knife; the concept of buying shop-soiled wares at for a premium price had not previously entered my consciousness.