In Which I Do Something I Said I'd Never Do
My body decided it hated me and went on a vicious sick streak. It's been years since I've had a cold this bad. Usually my colds only last a few days, and I'm only really out for one of those days. But this time I was hit hard and spent a WEEK in bed (in between going to work, of course. I believe in spreading germs!) I was productive on the TV-watching front, but not so much on any other front. As a result, my house fell to ruins and my room still bears the markings. Also, I was a step away from starving. I dislike cooking in the best of times, but when I'm laid up and miserable, you can forget it. There was definitely a day (or two) when I forewent eating because I had neither the strength nor energy to make myself food. It was better on my health to dream from my bed.
On the plus side, I finally managed to watch Legend of Korra, the fabulous semi-sequel to Avatar: The Last Airbender. I fell in love and have been obsessing ever since. Even better is it's a cartoon, so half my students have seen it, giving me one more thing with which I can connect with them. Also, I now desperately want Korra's outfit. I am SO SAD I discovered this after Halloween. Maybe next year...
And now time for Adventures In Shopping For Skinny Jeans!
Wait, what? Amy, did you say you went shopping for skinny jeans? Like, on PURPOSE?
Yes, yes I did, but ONLY because I want them to wear with boots. If there is ever an inkling of a suspicion of a possibility that I will have to take my boots off and parade around in said jeans, I will not wear them. Ever.
Now for the tale... I have thought long and hard on purchasing a pair of skinny jeans for boot stuffing, because it is unduly difficult to stuff my flared jeans into boots, and it looks all kinds of weird anyway. The only problem was my extreme aversion to this unflattering article of clothing. They're ugly. The end. Hence why it took so very long to ponder.
I finally gave in and decided having a pair was worth it if it eliminated flared-jean-stuffing. So Thursday I headed to The Gap, sucked it up, and grabbed a pair of size 10 skinny jeans to try.
It was like stuffing a sausage into its casing.
I'm serious!
I even texted Johanna that exact phrase. They were clearly the wrong size (even though my other, REAL pants were size 10), meaning I was forced to admit defeat and try a larger size. I then had to peel them off, like a banana (except much more difficult), in order to leave my sanctuary of a dressing room.
Forget skinny jeans. I hereby dub them skin jeans.
The size twelves fit better, except I could pull the waistband away from my body by about six inches, which is all kinds of ridiculous. But much worse was realizing I'd accidentally grabbed a "strategically torn" pair of pants.
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WHY did those things ever come in style? Pants wear out fast enough; no need for companies to speed up the process. And they're "strategically worn" in the most ridiculous places: the knees, the butt, AND THE CROTCH.
Yes, the crotch.
There was a giant white patch on the dark jeans.
How is that attractive? I don't want attention down there. That's all kinds of wrong and uncomfortable. Down with the strategically worn pants!
Unfortunately for me, that was the only pair of long 12 skin jeans. I happily admitted defeat and left to peruse other avenues (as a side note, it is ridiculously difficult to find black boots that aren't heeled or ugly and can be worn with a skirt).
Today I dragged Eliza and baby to the Orem mall with me and tried the Gap there. In half the time it took me to play at being a sausage in the other store, I found a pair of black slacks and a pair of skin jeans. I sold my soul to buy them, but I now have the pants I want.
On the plus side, I finally managed to watch Legend of Korra, the fabulous semi-sequel to Avatar: The Last Airbender. I fell in love and have been obsessing ever since. Even better is it's a cartoon, so half my students have seen it, giving me one more thing with which I can connect with them. Also, I now desperately want Korra's outfit. I am SO SAD I discovered this after Halloween. Maybe next year...
And now time for Adventures In Shopping For Skinny Jeans!
Wait, what? Amy, did you say you went shopping for skinny jeans? Like, on PURPOSE?
Yes, yes I did, but ONLY because I want them to wear with boots. If there is ever an inkling of a suspicion of a possibility that I will have to take my boots off and parade around in said jeans, I will not wear them. Ever.
Now for the tale... I have thought long and hard on purchasing a pair of skinny jeans for boot stuffing, because it is unduly difficult to stuff my flared jeans into boots, and it looks all kinds of weird anyway. The only problem was my extreme aversion to this unflattering article of clothing. They're ugly. The end. Hence why it took so very long to ponder.
I finally gave in and decided having a pair was worth it if it eliminated flared-jean-stuffing. So Thursday I headed to The Gap, sucked it up, and grabbed a pair of size 10 skinny jeans to try.
It was like stuffing a sausage into its casing.
I'm serious!
I even texted Johanna that exact phrase. They were clearly the wrong size (even though my other, REAL pants were size 10), meaning I was forced to admit defeat and try a larger size. I then had to peel them off, like a banana (except much more difficult), in order to leave my sanctuary of a dressing room.
Forget skinny jeans. I hereby dub them skin jeans.
The size twelves fit better, except I could pull the waistband away from my body by about six inches, which is all kinds of ridiculous. But much worse was realizing I'd accidentally grabbed a "strategically torn" pair of pants.
-__-
WHY did those things ever come in style? Pants wear out fast enough; no need for companies to speed up the process. And they're "strategically worn" in the most ridiculous places: the knees, the butt, AND THE CROTCH.
Yes, the crotch.
There was a giant white patch on the dark jeans.
How is that attractive? I don't want attention down there. That's all kinds of wrong and uncomfortable. Down with the strategically worn pants!
Unfortunately for me, that was the only pair of long 12 skin jeans. I happily admitted defeat and left to peruse other avenues (as a side note, it is ridiculously difficult to find black boots that aren't heeled or ugly and can be worn with a skirt).
Today I dragged Eliza and baby to the Orem mall with me and tried the Gap there. In half the time it took me to play at being a sausage in the other store, I found a pair of black slacks and a pair of skin jeans. I sold my soul to buy them, but I now have the pants I want.