One of my favorite pieces is a pair of jeans I’ve had for years. They’re paper-thin in the bum and everywhere else and too ratty to wear in public but I wear them at home.
I constantly get harassed to throw them out but I refuse! They’ve been through so many cycles in the wash machine that they've morphed into flannel pjs. Every time they get another hole I just stitch on another patch. Pretty soon they’ll just be a confusion of patches with only the original seams left, but I love em!