I went out and bought me some new jeans. My first pair of jeans in something like five years. Isn’t that sad? Anyway, they were a bonafide hit today. I rocked them all day and enjoyed it.
I also got a real pretty white linen blouse, so I was cute, cute, cute. Man, I turned hesds… extra heads. I had at least two proposals of marriage.
Okay, I’m not being vain, I’m telling you what happened.
I also think I need to get some strutting shoes. And now that the PMS has passed, I am really going to recommit to my yoga. And stop smoking!
My jeans are so cool. They have no sparkly colours. They’re not bleached out in patches, and they aren’t in possession of any ropes.
This is comforting, because I think jeans should be jeans. I really don’t like the patterns and the etchings. Everyone is wearing the same kind of jeans, it’s like a uniform. It’s also like the same five tops that almost EVERY woman who considers herself hip is wearing.
I dunno, I was raised by people with style, not fashion plates, and I am a chick with style and I really don’t follow fashions. I may have a ring in my nose, but no one leans me around . You have no idea how long it took me to find a pair of jeans in my size that wasn’t covered in all kinds of shit and butt ugly? Good grief.
Anyway chile, the jeans hot. They hot, hot, hot. Nice flare, not to tight, comfortable even after a twelve hour day and have nice, reliable-feeling pockets deep enough to hold a whole set of shit and not press into my skin. When I took them off when I got home, there were no marks or whales in my skin and they perfectly cup my ass.
Yeah, talk to me about working it.
Yes, yes… I think I am going to be rocking these jeans for real.
I am going to have to comb the place for original looking tops to rock with these jeans, but I am just in a great mood because of these jeans. I can feel that these are a lucky pair of jeans.
God I feel young!!