During my week off I decided - spurred on by an unexpected bonus from the tax man - to purchase a replacement pair of jeans; I'd been thinking for a while that my current pair needed replacing anyway, but the extra refund monies definately decided the point.
Those of you who have read my blog for quite a while will know that buying clothes is not something I enjoy doing as I rarely find anything that fits; but not so with jeans.
For the last, ohhh, about 10 years I have been wearing the same style jeans, and buying new ones has been a cinch - walk into the store and say I'll have another pair of these (pointing to the ones I'm wearing) thanks. The only thing that has changed over the years is the size (I could even buy them when I was hellish/anorexically thin.
So in I walk, full of confidence of walking out with a new pair of jeans..... until she says "Oh, we don't make them anymore, we've revamped our range."
WHAT!!!!!!!! Oh shite, this means I have to *choose* jeans .... gak.
The only stretch denims with a 'high waist' (ie a normal waist) were some stripy denim things - I didn't like them.
So I walked out with 'rigid' denim - that's old fashioned denim, like they used to be like when I was a kid - jeans. At least they are 'high waisted' and are all the same colour (I don't go for the jeans that look like you've already washed them for 5 years either).
I'm finding them rather uncomfortable :(. I haven't decided yet whether to take them back. The problem is that if I do that then I'll have to *choose* again.
Sounds like time to try a new jeans store methinks. Damn, there goes the one piece of clothes I could buy without trauma.
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