‘I wish I had invented blue jeans. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity – all I hope for in my clothes.’
Yves Saint Laurent
Times I curse throwing out any of my jeans, dating all the way to the 70’s: should rather have had a treasure chest up in an attic somewhere, just for jeans past. They all told a story;
- remember the sewing of butterflies, flowers and sunny sun’s with smiles and rays and everything? And at least one peace sign all “Hair’ and hippy like. Braids at the bottom.
- Jeans flared at the bottom, like masts on a sailing ship.
- My sister had tie dye jeans that looked like trees climbing up her legs.
- Lying on the floor at Uni, trying to get the zip up.
- Getting into wet jeans because we believed they would fit better if they dried on us. What were we thinking?
- Salt washed, ripped, high waisted, button up and fifty shades of blue, my treasure chest of jeans would have brought back a million memories.
Hindsight, my old jeans would have been my children’s fashion item, because the truth is, I would never have been able to fit into them now. Oh dear, there it is, I said it! Ugh, ugh, ugh!
But, but she says, not even close to the big ass Mum pant, up there under the diaphragm, Hindenburg covering stomach, enough blue denim to sort out a squadron – but I am looking more a new pair of jeans. So, any ideas as to what I should choose?
Been out of the jean dating scene for some time, wearing the old faithfuls with a keen inkling to add to the jean portfolio, but here in London, so many shops that … sell jeans. So many different sizes that don’t say 34,36 or whatever but leg this and waist this and let’s face it, those little death boxes with the sadistic lighting will never convince me this is the pair … so I sort of need to do something I have never done before:
This could be serious. Could require detective skills of note. Could even motivate water in favour of food to allow for the best conditions for the union.
Jean pant out there somewhere, you have my name on you. Admittedly there was a time when I though nah, am getting too old for the blue in tight, in favour of gym pant comfort and oh Lord, thank goodness I got over that one after two months of gym pant with dressing gown fashion. I am back to sassy and the old jean pants will not be forsaken but treasure chest in attic pretend bound.
If you have any great tips for Silver Street Jeans shopping, let me know!
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