Somewhere in the long ago land of my younger years, jeans were perfect. I wore them until they became soft with years of washing. They seemed to fit every curve and line perfectly. With a handful of favorites, I wore them over and over until society slapped me in the face with NO jeans suitable for this occasion. I still walked in from work and immediately stripped my work uniform of a shoulder padded suit for my close as skin jeans. It was a long and wonderful affair that I have tried for years to recreate--to no avail.
Even though it is WAY TOO HOT here in Louisiana to wear jeans after April and you cannot get them out until after summer is over around the first of November, I STILL love jeans best. WELL the jeans of yesteryear. They fit like a glove--were soft as lamb's skin, and were my answer to a personal fashion statement. I LOVE JEANS! I adore the six months of denim bliss and groan in delight each and every time I don them! Before I decided to be cremated, I wanted to be buried in my jeans. That was before the fashion world took perfection and ruined it!
Fashion has morphed my beloved jeans into the current nightmare filled with holes -0N PURPOSE--and cut to fit NO ONE. Holey jeans--NOT TO BE CONFUSED with Holy jeans are NOT what I am looking for! I am old enough to tell you if I EVER buy a pair of jeans which have holes and rips and look as if they belong in the Goodwill reject pile--I HAVE GONE OVER THE EDGE OF REASON! SEND ME AWAY! My mother will roll in her grave if I EVER appear in public in this silly fashion trend. WHO believes that looks good? WHY would you let some silly fasionetta convince you this is exactly what you should wear?
AND now that I am bearing my heart--LET ME TELL YOU what I think about where these jeans are supposed to hit you at the top. NO ONE--looks good with your waist line two inches above your crotch---NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON. One of two things happen--the jeans either create a LOVELY muffin top or if you happen to be super model thin, they feel as if they may fall off after the first time you sit and start the stretch process. By the end of the day, after multiple sittings and standings, you resemble the guy walking down the street in his sagging pants with one hand holding on for dear life at ALL times. The ONLY way this would EVER possibly work is if you changed jeans after each sitting. It would become a multiple course jean changing day---ALL for the sake of fashion.
NOW they do make jeans for women my age--WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND wants to buy jeans made for old ladies???? I might be old--but I don't wear old people clothes. I have NOT crossed the bridge and begun shopping at The Tog Shop--even if you think it's about time I did! Thankfully the brands I like are not adverse to accepting money from an old lady's pocketbook.
Sadly I mourn for my beloved jeans as I sit here in a pair that are about three inches above my crotch and for certain when I stand will begin to droop--giving the illusion my rear end has either dropped or disappeared--depending upon the day. I mourn for my lost lover, I pine for the soft caress of well worn jeans. Yoga pants are great--I wear them a great deal all winter long--but the jeans of my past---will always be my true love. IF ONLY---
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