Confessions of a Social Media Junkie

If you are a woman, I don’t need to tell you how much shopping for jeans sucks. It’s of course better than shopping for a bathing suit but not by much.

The last time I shopped for jeans, I made the cardinal mistake of going alone. Well, technically my husband was in the mall but he was busy keeping DD distracted while I faced the torture solo.

In any case, I went in alone and the helpful shop girl pulled a variety of denim styles for me to try. While she was patient and accommodating as I whipped those jeans on and off, the one thing she wasn’t was a mom with a tummy that’s been there and back.

When I found a style I liked, she convinced me to go down a size. Because, she assured me, the jeans will stretch.

Uh-huh. Sure.

I vainly foolishly believed her. Hey, you can’t blame me for allowing myself to be dazzled by the fact I could fit into a smaller size!

But guess what? When we got home and I tried the jeans on again, I knew I was going right back to the store to exchange them. When I did, the shop girl who helped me was on break. Instead, it was her co-worker’s turn to help me out.

You know what he told me when I explained why I wanted to go up a size?

“Well, you have to decide whether you want the fitted look or want to be comfortable.”

I looked him dead in the eye and said, “I want both.”

I don’t thank that’s unreasonable either! I shouldn’t have to choose between squeeze-me-like-a-lemon jeans or mom jeans.

Sure, I could have kept the smaller size and been constrained to wearing loose-fitting tops but that doesn’t make sense!

So against the advice of the shop clerks, I “risked it all” and got the jeans in the next size up. The size I originally thought felt comfortable and still made my butt look good.

And if they stretch…well so be it. I’ll throw them in the dryer to shrink ’em up again.

Oh, and the next time I go shopping for some new denim, I’m bringing a friend.