I am happy that I am in between sizes right now, but the thought of shopping for blue jeans was less than exciting. I just wanted a pair of comfortable jeans. You know what I am talking about. Jeans that I can sit in comfortably for hours, and could also wear for a night of dancing. Not jeans that start out fitting okay, then later look like a baggy mess.

Seems like a short list of “wants”. How hard can it be? I had no idea. I rarely leave a retail store dressing room feeling better about my body than when I went in. This experience was no exception.

Let’s recap my figure. Not exactly super model material. Things have been sliding south for the past ten years. My tummy could be flatter, my hips and thighs could be slimmer. I would tell you about my waist, but what’s the point? I could not find a pair of jeans that actually had a waist, so I guess it doesn’t matter. The term “waist” now seems to refer to the area below the belly button and above the hips. I mean, that HAS to be the waist, because I could not find a pair of jeans with a zipper longer than 3 inches.

What happened to plain rear jean pockets that minimize our lower assets? I found jeans with flaps on the pockets and more bling than a disco ball. Yikes! I’m not looking to have a bedazzled back side.

Now let’s talk about front pockets. What front pockets? Where did they go? I could not fit more than two fingers in a front pocket. So much for carrying any cash up front. So much for carrying ANYTHING up front. Seriously, if I put 3 coins in one of these pockets, you would be able to count the change from the outlines, not to mention the coins will probably pop out when I sit down. Ugh! This isn’t going to work.

Eight stores and 25 pair of jeans later, I reluctantly purchased a pair of St. John’s Bay Bootcut jeans for “curvy” figures. That is an interesting description. I have to tell you, so far, so good! I washed and dried them as soon as I got home. No sense getting my hopes up if they shrink like a wool sweater in the laundry. I was pleasantly surprised that they held their shape and leg length. Yea! I am good to go – rockin’ my new pair of jeans.

Let me know where you found your favorite pair of jeans.

Happy Shopping, gals!

Ah, sigh… Elvis has left the building.

Things are once again under control at my house. My heart rate had returned to normal and I am back to my (not quite so crazy) self, thrilled that I can freely enter and exit my garage without being tormented by an unwelcome visitor. The nerve of some rodents.

I told him the garage wasn’t big enough for both of us…

Have a good week!