Friday, May 08, 2009

Denim Blues

The love of my life, my favourite pair of jeans, are on the verge of death. I've had them for years, and have worn them into the perfect shape. They're the kind of jeans that every girl strives for - the perfect shade of not-too-dark, not-too-light blue; they don't make my butt look big, just the right amount of flare, a waist that doesn't make my tummy hang out, perfect comfort...

And yet, they're dying. A few months ago, nan did a temporary patch job operation. But last week the patches had holes in them and had an emergency denim transplant. Now there's a giant patch. I can't wear them much longer... I'm fairly devastated.

Couple that with my black denim jeans having more holes than a cheese grater and it really is time for a shopping expedition. Jeans shopping is a travesty thrust upon women every year. It's a hideous experience. Trying on a million pairs of awful jeans that make you look fat and hideous is, believe it or not, fairly detrimental to a girl's self-esteem. Not to mention her wallet when she forks out up to $100 per pair of jeans. And a well-stocked wardrobe needs more than one pair! There's the black skinny pair that you can wear out, a comfy pair to live in, a casual light denim pair, a pair of blue boot lets... and possibly some straight leg mid-dark denims. Generally, i scrape by with two pairs. My lack of denim and my sudden wardrobe denim deaths has meant that i'm jeans-less!

It's horrible.

I'm thinking i'm going to have to do this awful task tomorrow. Wish me luck!

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