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I Dream of Jeans (That Fit)

After I had Piper I longed to fit into my old jeans. It was my goal to lose enough weight to be able to wear them by the time the weather turned cold. Little did I know that I would NOT be able to wear them not because I hadn't lost enough weight but because I'd lost too much--they were now too big! I suppose it's a good problem to have but I did have a lot of good jeans in a particular size. One size too big.

Since I only had one good pair of jeans I decided I'd spend some of my Christmas money (I'm S-T-R-E-T--C-H-I-N-G it out!) on a new pair. Jackie suggested we hit the outlet stores in Gonzales and try to find a good deal. I tried on countless jeans at at least five different stores to no avail. I was not going to waste money on something that wasn't just right. The closest fit was at Old Navy. I like the Dreamer style because it fit properly in the waist and hip area without gaping open in the back. The only problem was that they don't carry the short style in stores; I would have to order it online.

I tried on different styles but I specifically stayed away from the skinny jeans because of a magazine article I'd read a few nights before. It was about finding the best jeans for your body. The first lady featured in the article was pear-shaped, like me, and had a penchant for tucking skinny jeans into boots which I think is totally cute--on some people. But it made her look kind of dumpy and I could see their point. She looked much better when they put her in a bootcut pair of jeans. I will stay away from skinny jeans, I decided.

Then I talked to my friend, Pam, who suggested I give her pair a try. She brought me two different pairs to try on. One of them only made it up to my mid-thigh before I decide not to find out how strong the thread was. I managed to wiggle into the other pair and wore it out Saturday night. I'm pretty sure I would need a size bigger than Pam but I didn't think they were too bad. A dark wash is supposed to elongate and I wore them with flats (pointy toe to, hopefully, elongate further) rather than boots. I also paired them with a busy printed top to help balance out my top and bottom portions. Hey, I haven't been watching What Not To Wear for nothing! ; )

So what do you guys think? I know that I'm not fat but I definitely do have more rounded hips and thighs than a lot of thin girls. (The horrible truth is that no matter what, you can't suck in your thighs!) I liked the thought of me in skinny jeans mainly because I was picturing how fabulous they look on another certain friend (who is probably 6 inches taller than me and a size or two smaller), ahem, Amanda, but I'm still not convinced they are the best fit for me.



And if I had some of my own I probably wouldn't wear them to eat at Five Guys again. Skinny jeans + bacon cheeseburger with everything on it and fries should not even be an equation. They should put "may cause intestinal discomfort" on the label or something.

Oh, and guess what? I ordered the Dreamer jeans from OldNavy.com and when they arrived I found that they had sent the WRONG SIZE. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I'm beginning to believe it's not meant for me to have new jeans! 

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  1. I feel your pain, lol! I've gotten to the point that I get told every day that I need to go shopping because my pants are too big! I've never thought skinny jeans would look right on me either. Good luck finding what you're looking for!

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