Tuesday, August 01, 2006

A good day shopping for jeans is better than a bad day winning the lottery

I will sleep well tonight knowing no matter how much education or testing or work experience I have, there are some things I'm just never going to learn. Tonight after work, instead of going home, walking the dog, cooking something for dinner and doing other productive things that wouldn't mess with my head I went shopping for jeans!

Could I be more stupid?

I mean, when you're not running and your body is used to running, what's the smartest thing to do? Go try on eighteen pairs of jeans in a sweaty mall, that's what! I have no idea what I was thinking. I'm feeling fat and huge and enormous and lazy and all the walking and weight lifting in the world is not making it better so why not go try to stretch the unforgiving fabric of denim over my squishier-by-the-minute waist. So. Stupid. I don't know what made me do it. Probably my bad habit of day dreaming.

I sat at work today trying to concentrate on writing a report and my mind kept drifting to my closet. What do I need? What do I want? Where did that girl at Starbucks say she bought her jeans? (Sidebar: This girl is my new BFF because she had the most fabulous outfit and she told me where everything came from and I told her about sugar-free chai. We are thisclose now.) So by the time the end of the day arrived, I was not only set on buying new jeans but I'd actually planned my route in the mall. Start here, store A, they have your favorite. If you don't find anything there, go to that other cute store B. If you still can't find anything at B, you can always go to that old stand by, store C. It was an action plan and if there's anything I find impossible to do it's fail to follow through with a plan. I had to go, the power of jeans compelled me.

I was not lying when I said I tried on eighteen pairs of jeans. Oh yes, I did. About ten of them actually fit which, in girl world, is victory enough. Then I noticed some of them were on sale. What? They fit AND a sale? It was like a little faded-blue, slightly bootcut, just-below-the-waist angel had floated right down to Park Meadows, scooped me up and took me to that little place in the sky where everything is right with the world.

So, there is a silver lining to the dark cloud of sedentary life: good luck when shopping for jeans. Am I the size I dream I could be? No. Are they as comfortable as my college jeans? Of course not. But they fit, and they were on sale and, somehow, they were the thing I needed to make me feel like I haven't gained the equivalent of a small hippopotamus in my mid-section. Thank you, fitting room angel. Thank you, luck. Thank, you sugar-free chai!

9 comments:

backofpack said...

I need some of that luck. I hate,hate,hate shopping. I would not have made it through even five pairs of jeans, much less eighteen! Maybe you could come shop for me and spread that luck around...

yougogirl said...

only 18?
do what i do. if i find a nice pair of jeans that look great. I buy 18 of them.

GirlGoyle said...

I get a rash and break out in sweats only thinking of having to go to the mall. There isn't a time when I don't just love love love an outfit I see and the damn thing just doesn't look as good as it did on the dummy. Arrrrgh! Shopping sux. If I ever win the lottery I'm going to get me a personal shopper so I never have to set foot in the mall again.Ever!

Runner Girl FL said...

Hey gg I'm with you!! I hate shopping for clothes!! I don't think I would have looked any farther than the first pair that fit.

justrun said...

All- I loathe shopping as well. I don't know what I was thinking and the shock that I actually found a pair I like continues. :)

Bre said...

why is it that the dressing rooms are always 400 degrees so that you sweat like a maniac and the denim sticks to your thighs? Are they trying to give me a complex? You'd think it would be smarter to have nice cool dressing rooms in which everything slides on nicely!

Sizzle said...

good jeans can really make a woman's day i tell ya.

justacoolcat said...

"Thank you, fitting room angel" is fit to be an advertising slogan for so many companies. It'll be bigger than "Thank you, Easter Bunny" call me babe, we'll do lunch.

Ginger Breadman said...

aaahhhhh . . . jeans . . . I can't wait 'til fall.