replacing a favorite pair of jeans

My total-crap-loved-them-anyways mossimo target jeans are officially dead. Fraying all over, rips impending...they have served me as well as any twenty dollar item of clothing could, but the time has come to move on. Aha. Easier said than done, my friends. You see, they're not selling the same style/cut anymore. And even if they were, I've always suspected (or Clinton and Stacey have tacitly implied), there's a better cut for me anyways. And so the great search begins. Store after store, brand after brand, disappointment after disappointment.

I realized today (sitting here in my comfortable but maybe not the right decision replacement jeans) that the two clothing items I have probably wasted the most money on in my lifetime are bras and jeans. Because unlike other things, you really can't be positive about either until you've worn them for a day. Washed them. Jumped around. Tried them on with every pair of shoes you have, of varying heel height. I try to get around it. I wear new denim around the house without taking the tags off, to see if they're prone to excessive stretching out, or if the crotch does a really weird pointy extra fabric thing when I sit. Eventually I convince myself that even if they aren't perfect, I am going to be hard pressed to do better (and who wants to search anymore?). I put them on and decide to love them. Until about an hour in, when I wonder how in the world I let this happen again.

Honestly. Is there anything worse than being entirely aware of the lame girl cliche you're participating in, yet being unable to stop yourself?

Comments

[Assistant/Atlas]

"Honestly. Is there anything worse than being entirely aware of the lame girl cliche you're participating in, yet being unable to stop yourself?"

To answer your question: Yes- and that is, being a guy and doing the exact same thing.

[Solomonster]

Less cooking and fashion, and more Cheney please!

[employeemegan]

Less negative remarking, more good husbanding (is that a word?) please! ;-)

[Jen]

Oh my god, i have this problem.
My mom always tells me to buy two pairs of something if i love it. It's a Murphy's law that the second you find a pair of jeans or a bra that fits right and you can wear all the time they discontinue the style.

Same goes for lipstick colors.

Rock on with your bad self.

[Teece]

OH god.. i was in jeans buying hell just a weekend ago. I was wearing my favorite Old Navy, size 10. THey were fitting... they're fantastic... so I went to Old Navy, thinking... hey... same store, some size 10 has got to be a similar cut.

OMG, either couldn't get them on past my knees OR they were so huge i could hula in the waistband. WTF!??! They were ALL old navy, size 10. How could they be so terribly terribly wrong?

I put on my ragged, holey, favorite pair and went to the bar around the corner to get shitfaced.