Rory did not like jeans. She considered them a sort of torture device.
She didn’t like things around her waist. She pulled everything down to her hips. Especially jeans.
She felt like she couldn’t move around in them. They were last resorts or mom made mes.
She liked, shorts, skirts and leggings. In lots of fun colors. Not much else.
Oh, and pajamas. She loved pajamas.