Though my weight hasn’t changed in the past year with all the tri stuff, my body composition has changed a fair amount, and as a result, my trusty 501’s don’t fit for shit anymore. Today I decided that I would go and try to hunt down a couple new pairs of jeans - low rise flares, no less. Time to get slightly up to date with fashion.
3 stores. 12 pairs tried on. The good news is - I *did* find some that I liked and fit and snagged two pairs.
I don’t know why I even bother going into Abercrombie & Fitch. Hell, I remember when they sold grown up clothes and weren’t using half naked male models for their ad campaigns. Tried on 2 sizes, come out and tell the gal, “The size 1 is too small and the 3 is too big, so I’m pretty much SOL.” “Oh, did you want to try the next size up?” WTF? Did you not hear what I just said? I am between sizes. Going larger is not going to help when I’ve already tried a pair that is too big.
Ended up finding what I wanted at the Gap (remember when all they sold were jeans? Now they’re just stuffed in the back of the store…) - what shocked the hell out of me was that I had to go a size smaller than I’ve ever worn there.
All in all, I like the low rise - my biggest problem with regular jeans has been if they fit the waist, they’re too big in the hips, or if they fit my hips, I can’t button the damn things. These take the whole “non tiny waist” problem completely out of the equation.
I am sure my mother is laughing her ass off that I’m sitting here in what is essentially hip hugger bell bottom jeans. She always did say that fashion runs in repeating cycles.
