Thursday, February 28, 2008

What Not to Wear

I guess blogging about it renewed my motivation to conquer the jean beast. You know, you complain about something enough, and I suppose it's just on your mind because of all the complaining, so you decide to try and do something about it.

In all honesty, I'm probably trying to make sense of my masachistic ways. HOWEVER, I did visit T.J. Maxx yesterday and found a pair of jeans I'm pretty excited about. Sidenote: Jeans never fit the same way they do in the store after a few wears. Why is that? Can denim not hold it's own? So...because of this, false advertising on the part of denim, you can never really tell how a jean will fit you in the long run. Close Sidenote.

So I tried the jeans on for Bob last night. And let me say I was pretty excited about the very wide opening at the bottom of the jean. My husband, the apparent fashonista, was not. I think the conversation went something like this.

Me: Ok, what do you think? And don't pay attention to how tight they are in the rear...they'll stretch out just like that last pair I got. (fingers crossed - hoping)

Bob: I don't know. Aren't they always saying on that What Not to Wear show to have the legs be the same width from your hips to the ground?

Me: Well I guess so, but I like flared legs. You wouldn't want tapered would you?!

Bob: No, I wouldn't want tapered. I just don't know that I like them.

Me: Well, I'm tired of looking and I do like them. So, I think I'll keep them.

Bob: zzzzzzzzz

To sum it all up, I am keeping my currently-too-tight-in-the-rear, wide-opening-at-the-bottom jeans that my husband isn't wild about. Apprently Stacy and Clinton wouldn't be either.

3 comments:

JBL said...

Does Bob know you said these things?

Rachel Callahan said...

you really made me laugh with Bob's a-little-too-knowlegeable-analysis of women's jeans. :)

Laura said...

Yea, I just bought two pairs from GAP, and one still fits great, but the other that fit perfectly is now too loose. Even after washing in warm water and drying on high. Stinkin' jeans!