I needed a pair or two of jeans, as all my other ones had either died a death – think patches upon patches – or no longer fitted comfortably. Now as I am currently working to lose a bit of weight and tone up, and thankfully beginning to see some changes, I decided it wasn’t worth buying decent, well cut, slightly pricey jeans as – hopefully – they would be too big in a few months. Cheap and cheerful seemed the way to go. All I wanted was everyday jeans for running around in, that I could wear with boots or runners or shoes and with a variety of tops. Not too difficult a mission you might think. Well it seems that women can no longer just go into a shop and buy jeans.
Jeans were easy to find in every shop I went into, and I should add here that I hate clothes shopping, but then it got complicated. I hoped to pick up a size 14 and a size 16 (cos I’m between the two sizes at present), try them on (hoping that the 14 would fit best) and then get a couple of pairs. No such luck. I was confronted with what to me was a mind boggling array of options and decisions to make.
Did I want bootcut, skinny, super skinny (not bloody likely), mid flare, mid rise, low cut, straight, mom jeans (actually maybe that was what I was looking for!!), boyfriend jeans, ripped jeans…….. For the love of god I just wanted a pair of jeans!!!! After a few minutes my head was spinning. I eventually selected a pair that seemed close to what I had in mind but then the issue of colour arose – just how many shades of blue are there????
Exasperated and bored senseless at this stage I grabbed two pairs and paid for them. I had my daughter with me and as the shop I was in (the fourth shop that day I might add) does not have wheelchair friendly changing cubicles, I didn’t try them on. Probably just as well. I went for the 16’s and they are a little big (yay! but not so big that 14’s would have been better) which I don’t mind, but because I’m only 5 feet 2 inches they are rather long on me. Long to the extent that I can only wear them with boots. I never thought to check the length. Feckity feckity feck. They’ll have to do, I couldn’t face that again.