Today I'm sucking it all up and enduring the torture of strappy high heels not worn in a full year, FULL YEAR!, for a pair of jeans I bought that were A) wayyyyy to expensive and B) fit something fierce.
Fierce: too small, hugs all curves, and requires a wiggle, tongue of newt, and interpretive tribal dance to get in to 'em
For real. On Saturday I became that person who spent a ridiculous amount of money on an article of clothing that transformed from "Maybe in another life when I am fanned and served" to "I just want to see what they look like on" after the owner of the shop used the words "Italian label" and "you're 3 sizes smaller than you think you are". I didn't actually mean to laugh in his face, but after putting on the 3 sizes too small jeans I had an epiphany right there in front god and everybody: I buy clothes that are too big. I also publically acknowledged that a man was right. Um yeah. For real.
Even if it was only in my head, it was still in a public place and still felt all funny 'n stuff.
Full-service jean shopping experience extraordinnaire means that I am now a super-mega-lightning-awesomely satisfied woman typing this blog post in a pair of jeans that actually caters to womanly curves and isn't sewn for a 12-year old boy. Which, apparently, if you ask Express, Forever 21, H&M or any other store in the whole of the Mall of America or the entire world will lead you to believe otherwise. Where have curvy jeans been all my life? Turns out they've been hiding in Ivy at Calhoun Square. Check this fab store out if you get a chance, yo. The owner was fabulousness in yellow and beyond helpful.
I am a very satisfied woman, feel free to share.
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A friend of mine works for a designer (I won't name him here) and told me that this designer, who makes women clothing, designs all his clothes for, "his boyfriend...you know...so he'll look good in them for me."
Women's clothes designed for men. What a concept.
Yikes. Why hasn't this ever come up on Project Runway before? I thought it was reality!!!!
Heidi, I feel misled. So sad.
Huh. Apparently well-fitting jeans are what it takes to satisfy a woman.
That was not something I'd have thought of trying.
I think Dave is on to something...
But I thought women hated being wrapped tightly in denim - only enduring it to make the men drool and the women whisper.
Um... Did you say Full-Service Jeans Shopping, with a male attendant? What has this world come to. Where are the good old days of ordering over the internet. I suppose this is the trendy kind of place you would expect to find Paris Hilton cat-fighting with Lindsay Lohan.
Dare to dream, Christopher. Dare to dream.