Can we talk about blue jeans for a minute? It's a subject that makes me crazy for all sorts of reasons. And now that I'm quickly approaching the age of fifty, I am all kinds of worried about looking frumpy. Heaven forbid if I were to ever be found guilty of wearing "mom jeans" - those high waisted, pockets that sit above the butt jeans that are still sold nationwide (why, I ask you... why on earth are stores still selling these horrendous jeans? There have got to be other options available for these stores to put on their shelves). Needless to say, I went through my closet last summer and got rid of every pair of jeans that came relatively close to having a waist that sat above my muffin top.
Speaking of muffin top, this is another thing that makes me crazy. I'm smack dab in the middle of peri-menopause. My hormones are as out of control as a kid who is in puberty. We women get to go through a roller coaster of out of control hormones during our preteens, and then we get to do it all over again when we are in our forties and fifties. I find this to be beyond unfair. Anyway, due to raging hormones, I have a muffin top which now rests comfortably above the waist of my non-mom jeans. I don't know what is more unsightly - the muffin top or the mom-jeans that ride under my boobs. Either way, it's not a pretty sight.
While contemplating this subject of blue jeans, and after decimating my stash of old jeans, I had a conversation with a girl friend about the great jeans debate, during which we bemoaned the fact that no matter what we wish, our bodies will never look like they did thirty years ago. Hell, my body won't even look like it did twenty years ago. And I consider it a good day when my body closely resembles what it looked like ten years ago (this only happens when the mirror is fogged up after a hot shower). But I digress. So... I had this conversation with a friend and she mentioned that her favorite pair of jeans were purchased from the Loft. As soon as we were done talking, I rushed to my computer and logged on to loft dot com because, by gawd, if she said that the Loft jeans were cool, I was all over that (I have cool friends, what can I say?).
Sure enough, there were lots and lots of choices at the Loft. Most of the choices were either boot cut or boyfriend jeans. I liked the sound of boyfriend jeans (I swear, I will never grow up when it comes to boys), so that's what I looked at: BOYFRIEND JEANS. Buy one pair. Click. And then I anxiously awaited the arrival of my box of brand new jeans. Sure enough, three days later, the UPS guys showed up at my door with my box of jeans. It was a happy day for me and so I proceeded to dance and twirl my way upstairs to try them on. And low and behold.... drum roll please... they fit. Bonus that they were just a tiny bit loose, lightly distressed, very broke in - but not holey - and the length was perfect. SCORE!
That was three months ago. Since then, I have fallen in love with my boyfriend jeans. Several times I've kicked myself for not going back to the site and ordering another pair or two of these most perfect jeans on the planet. But they were kind of expensive, and my budget really doesn't allow for a whole lot of unnecessary expenditures, so I've held off on ordering more of the perfect jeans and I've just worn the one pair I own to death.
Well... I held off until Sunday night when I put the most perfect jeans in the dirty clothes hamper and realized that I wouldn't be wearing my favorite jeans until I did a load of laundry. Not such a big deal other than the fact that it takes well over a week for Jeff and I to have enough dirty jeans to make up a small load of wash. Sigh. I needed more boyfriend jeans, that's all there was to it. And so I logged onto loft dot com and did a search.... only to find that they were no longer shown in their inventory. OH NO! I had a moment of panic until I remembered that I'd kept my shipping information and I had the SKU number filed right in my desk. Whew. It's a good thing that I don't very often throw away needless bits of paper (rolleyes). And so armed with the handy SKU number, I did another search for the most perfect pair of jeans...
Here's what I found:
Do you see that price? And do you see the red print that says "take an additional 30% off" ...yeah, the price was less than $20. SCORE! Boyfriend jeans for me. How great is that? I don't wear them cuffed up, and I don't wear them with high heels, but gosh do I love these jeans. Did you notice that back belt-loop? What's up with that? I like it, but it's kind of weird. But thank goodness for that back belt-loop because without that little bit of weird, I wouldn't have known for certain that these were THE boyfriend jeans that I find to be so perfect. That belt-loop was the clue - once I saw that, I knew I'd found the boyfriend that I have grown to love so much.
And so there you have it. A blue jean success story with a happily ever after ending. In all the years that I have been shopping for and buying jeans, I have never been so excited about a silly bit of denim. But I am. And now you know.