OK, I’ve been dying to post something that’s not about mould or moving or cleaning cupboards or ANY OF THAT CRAP! So let’s dig into the barrel of randomness and talk about shopping for jeans! 🙂
Full disclosure: I don’t really enjoy shopping for jeans. Dress shopping? Yes. Grocery shopping? Most certainly! Shopping for everything else besides new jeans? Yes, yes, and yes. There’s just something about shopping for jeans that gets me all bothered. Maybe it’s because I’ve never really had a perfect pair of jeans before. (Except for this one pair in my early university years that I wore and wore and totally wore out, to the point where my sister declared them to be Rat Jeans and angrily cut the legs half off, hoping to shock and deter me from ever pulling them on again. Sadly for her, the chic capri-length and jagged hems made my favourite jeans even more perfect in my mind, so I continued to wear the Rat Jeans constantly. I have such fond memories of heading out in them to Sunday Skool at the Night Gallery mostly every Sunday evening, dancing all night and getting them all sweaty, nasty, and disgustingly smoky (before nightclubs in Calgary finally banned smoking.) But since then, no jeans have ever come close to being A Perfect Pair).
So anyway, I have lost a bunch of weight in the past three months, due to the following factors: a lot less eating out (I’m talking to you, Harbour restaurants!), no dairy in my diet, reduced sugar intake, lemon juice and herbal teas in place of coffee every day, an exponential increase in fresh veggie intake, scrubbing cupboards like it’s the latest workout fad, and being completely stressed out. (I think it’s mostly the eating habits that have contributed to the weight loss, but you never know how much of a role stress can play.) And my already non-perfect jeans were not fitting at all anymore. At all! It looked like I was a little kid trying to sit at the grown-up table, draping myself in way-too-big jeans. Belts weren’t helping much, because what can they do besides cinch in acres of extra fabric?, and honestly, my whole ‘Dad Jeans’ look started to bother me enough that I decided to go shopping. Yes, it was that big a deal to me.
Actually, I started off by thinking I could have my current jeans altered, because I imagined that a little stitch here or there would tighten up the waist enough to make the pants wearable again and would also cost less than buying totally new jeans. This was not the case. (Maybe if I knew anything about sewing, I would have known this in advance?)
I went into an alterations shop, where I was told that I could either pay $35 to have them take the waist in (but have the back pockets essentially overlapping each other in a faux fan effect), or I could put that $35 towards new jeans that actually fit me. I’m happy they gave me the option instead of just taking my money and making my jeans look even more ridiculous (who wants a uni-pocket in the back?), so a-jeans shopping I went.
The jeans I ended up looking at had a 2% spandex content, so I was told by the sales clerk to shop for something smaller than I thought I should be wearing. She explained that they would stretch about a half inch in the waist, and unless I bought a pair that was borderline too tight in the store, I would end up wearing jeans with a bowl waist in a matter of time. And then it would be back to hiking up my pants with a belt in vain. Does this strategy seem counterintuitive to anybody besides me? There I was in the fitting room, squeezing myself into daringly skinny jeans, feeling like a self-conscious sausage, but then being told by the sales lady that the jeans would eventually fit me perfectly. Any jeans I tried on in the store that actually felt decent were waved off immediately. ‘They’ll become too big for you’, the lady said in all seriousness. ‘Go with the smaller pair. As long as you can squat down and still touch your toes OK, you’ll be fine.’
So I bought a pair of too-small jeans! (Such a push over.) They are way tighter than I would ever normally wear my jeans, but I keep trying to tell myself that they’ll stretch out and eventually (hopefully!!) fit me just right. Have any of you bought a smaller pair of jeans for the same reason? Does it actually work? Or do you end up walking around in too-tight jeans for eternity, feeling like a sucker for believing all this nonsense about stretching waistlines and such?