I went with Zara ripped jeans today. Modestly ripped, but still there are actually holes. Because these sort of jeans always make me instantly worried about that old yucky sheep/sweet baby lamb stigma, I went with a more subdued top and very ladylike 10-year old Moschino shoes. The top is also Zara and it's a tiny bit cropped, but not too much for my football mum purposes. I always feel happiest in navy blue and a block heel. I think that makes me rather bourgeois, but that is entirely fine with me.