I recently had to retire my favorite pair of jeans. I ripped a hole in the bum. It was tragic. As I wore those pants almost every day, I hadn’t noticed that my collection of denim was dwindling. I’d gotten rid of all the pairs that didn’t fit me currently, and now, I’m down to one pair.
Well, two, I suppose, as I have a pair of skinny jeans but I don’t really get skinny jeans. I have to wear them with flats or boots, right?
Anyway, my one remaining pair of jeans is a little too short. I had them hemmed before washing them (mistake!) and they shrunk just enough to be irritating. I’ve asked my trusted style adviser (my sister) if they look awkwardly short and have been assured that they don’t, but they still bug me.
So buy new jeans, you say.
Ah, yes. If only it were that simple. Something about jeans makes me feel all awkward and inept. Why do they bunch here and pull there? Are too big? Too small? How does my butt look?
It’s a battle.
My former-favorite jeans were acquired during a clothing swap with friends a couple years ago. They were from a store that likes to change styles on me once I find something that works. Evil, I tell you.
Today I went to brunch with some girlfriends and they advised me on where they purchase their pants. Now I’m off to do some online shopping.