Madewell Archive boot; Target corduroys/flannel; F21 fox sweater
David's days off are always fun and lazy and the best days ever in the whole world.
This week, it was on a Monday, and after he let me sleep in and then I let him take a long nap and then Joony took a good nap, we piled into the car and headed into The Big City (just kidding, Idaho Falls. It's got the closest Target and mall, which doesn't even have a Forever 21 or a Gap, we live rural huzzah!). The original plan was just to get lunch and let Joonmonster terrorize the play area in Chick Fil A, which we did, but then David felt like shopping around for a head light for his dirt biking helmet and I needed jeans so he dropped me at the mall and headed to the outdoor store.
My complaint with jean shopping is this: there is no consistency. I tried on two pairs of size 6 jeans at Old Navy, and one was skintight enough to be considered obscene while the other was B A G G Y, like they didn't even stay up on their own. Where's the sense in that? You'd think in the same store I would wear the same size. No dice.
Finally, I headed to American Eagle, where I paid more than I wanted to but dang do they make a jean that flatters the bum. I've been having a nursing-induced booty crisis lately. I gained about 60 pounds when I was pregnant with Joon, then lost 75 pounds when he was nursing around the clock, landing me somewhere barely in the triple digits weight-wise. BOOM! I was all, "Tee-hee! I guess I'm just skinny! Oh, what, I'm a size 0/2? Wow, that's so tiny! Hehe!" So of course all of my jeans were tiny-tiny. Since he's been done breastfeeding, I'm back at my pre-pregnancy weight, plus a few friendly little pounds that seem to have made great friends with my rear. I'm happy with how I look right now--really, I am--but my jeans didn't fit, and every day that I tried to squeeze into them I felt chubby and annoyed, thus commencing aforementioned jean hunt.
Wearing jeans that fit is basically the best thing ever. I remember, when we owned the store, I would watch girls squeeeeeze into jeans that were too small for them because they were so excited about the number they saw on the tag. They just didn't look right, though. Jeans that don't fit make your legs look like sausages squeezed into casings and they give you a muffin top. Jeans that do fit make you look (to borrow the words of my 6 year old niece) hot stylin'. They make you feel sexy, too, and bonus! No unbuttoning when you sit down to eat your chicken sandwich. It's just so many wins in life.
AAAALLLLLL of this to say that I am now the proud owner of 2 pairs of jeans that make me feel like a million bucks. I sashayed all around the house in those crisp new suckers and felt like quite the winner. Go jeans.