I love jeans, and now that it is feeling a little bit like fall around here. You know, the days are getting shorter, the buzz of the late summer bugs is getting louder and louder, and the kids start school in two days. Which, of course ,means I am starting to feel the tug on my heartstrings for my beloved jeans.
However, I am then engulfed in sadness as I remember that I don't have any jeans in my closet that love me back; In other words, I don't like the way any of them fit.
This has not always been the case. I have, once upon a time, come across the Holy Grail for women, the perfect pair of jeans. There came a time though, when I had to break up with them. They had developed a hole, and it was not a funky stylish hole in the knee or thigh, it was one that made them slightly obscene to wear. So, they had to go. Thus, my search for the next perfect pair began, and still continues today. I have since had a string of unrequited love affairs with several pairs, but alas they just weren't the "one". The main issue is that, on our first date they seem perfect (as in they seem to fit in the store), but then the second I decide to let them move in with me, they change. Suddenly the waist band is lower than I remember, or I wear them for five minutes and they have stretched enough so that the crotch is now somewhere near my knee cap. In either case the one thing I will not abide in my relationship with denim happens...Plumber's Butt. So my heart is broken again and they too must go. What is a girl to do?
I still have hope and as I start my search again, I send this little prayer to the Goddess of Denim -- Please let the next pair I find be "The One" and then I promise I will never ask you for another thing ever again. Amen.