So while I was home over break, my darling mother and I went shopping in search of jeans.
I know, I know. We're crazy. But still. They were DESPERATELY needed.
I had previously only had one pair, my one, reliable, trusty Old Navy bootcuts. But they were starting to fall apart completely after daily wear. See, as a human being, jeans are not easy to find that will fit me. We ALL have that problem. And it sucks. So I was *not* looking forward to this whole shopping-for-jeans extravaganza.
Luck was on my side!!! On a whim we went to a store (I won't mention its name for fear of beings sued...but check the title of this post if you're curious) to check out the sale stuff and guess what! We found jeans! TWO PAIRS OF JEANS THAT FIT ME AND LOOKED GOOD!!!
Here are the strikes against me with jeans:
1. I'm short. REALLY short. Any jeans that I buy will automatically need to be tailored at least 6 inches. So I always mentally add that cost into the "Can I really afford these jeans?" arguement.
2. I'm curvy. REALLY curvy. I have a mighty fine ass, but tree trunk thighs. Couple that with being short? You've got a problem, sistah.
3. My torso is really short. More specifically, my crotch-to-belly button length is really short. Even extra low rise hits me about an inch below my belly button. I am not kidding.
(Side note: While trying on a pair of plain low rise (not extra low rise) jeans, I stepped out of the stalls to get the input of the sales rep. "Oh, looks GREAT!" she said. "But let me get you a low rise. Those high rises are so unflattering on you!"
I was wearing a low rise already. Not a high rise. But thanks anyway.)
But I did find two pairs that fit me really well! I was beyond ecstatic. We got them hemmed, I loved them, and back up to DreamSchool I went.
Well...turns out everything wasn't all sunshines and roses in the jeans department. After wearing the first pair of jeans twice, they stretched out so much that they literally fall off my hips while I walk. No amount of drying them in the dryer will make them fit for more than an hour before stretching out again. And I can't wear belts, because see #3 above (they'd pooch out under my shirts).
And pair #2? Oh, I loved pair #2. Here, here's a picture for your visual interest:
(Disclaimer: those are not my legs. I WISH they were my legs.)
But anyway. Pair #2...they were so wonderful. I wore them almost every day for two whole weeks until--! RI-I-I-I-I-I-I-P.
I accidentally stepped ON MY OWN HEEL and they ripped apart at the back near my ankle--a huge, six-inch gash. Luckily, there's a girl on campus who sews so she fixed them for $3. WHEW.
Until three days later, I was sitting at my desk doing homework and NOT MOVING, and RI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-P. This time? Approximately two inches from my crotch on the inside of my leg. UM SO NOT OKAY. I took them back to the girl, $2 later, they were mended. I got them back last night, and put them on this morning. And guess what. RIP.
Now this is getting ridiculous. The girl is fixing them again, but is this normal? I've never bought jeans from, uh, the store with three capital letters as its title before. And they weren't cheap jeans. Since they're so worn, hemmed, and mended, would they even take them back? The fabric on them just seems to be really flimsy, which is weird. The other pair is much sturdier but I can't wear it anymore since it's so stretched out.
Basically, I'm out $120 (jeans, hemming, and mending&remending) and have nothing to show for it. So I'm back to my trusty Old Navy jeans that may or may not be getting holes between my legs from where my thighs rub together when I walk.