The Great Skinny Jeans Debate

This post dedicated to Karina.

And actually, the jeans debate isn't that great. It's really stupid.

You see, I picture myself as being quite a bit chunkier than I really am. This has ALWAYS been the case. So when these horrid skinny jeans came back in style after being an 80's castaway (along with drop-waisted crap and sweater dresses), I had decided in my mind that I couldn't pull it off the first time, so why try for a second time. Maybe that first time was a failure because I didn't have Guess jeans with the little zipper on the side and green question mark on the butt. Yes, that probably would have made all the difference. 

Anyway, it's been several years and I still don't own a pair of skinny jeans. I thought to myself, Self--get over it and go buy a pair of decent jeans already. I had finally talked myself into a pair of skinny jeans. I gave myself pep talks on how I wouldn't look like an overinflated balloon on top of an ice cream cone. I went to the Gap. I took a pic in the dressing room (what did we do before handheld devices?  Bought ill-fitting clothes, that's what). 
Here's what I came up with:




Then I talked myself out of it after seeing this picture. Why didn't someone tell me I had weird knees? Sheesh. Now all I have to do is patiently wait until they go out of style. That and pray that we never see scrunchies or spiral perms again.

As a small side note, this post really has nothing to do with jeans and everything to do with me avoiding talking about real life. Nothing major, just trying to survive the winter blahs. Maybe next time?

Comments

Jacob said…
Hey, this is Karina. I'm your fashion conscience. You should have bought those jeans. Don't wanna hear about it.

Still love you though.
February 9, 2012 at 12:15 AM
Unknown said…
I think they're on the way out. I went to the Gap at University Mall on Saturday and they didn't even have any--just some weird cut called Boyfriend Yada-yada that you roll up to mid-calf.
February 9, 2012 at 9:53 AM
Unknown said…
And I still love you too ;)
February 9, 2012 at 9:54 AM
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