This may be the first and final time you ever see something resembling a fashion post here (I leave those to the likes of experts, such as Ms Styling You.) But I am in mourning after the demise of a devoted pair of denim jeans. And by devoted I mean they have seen me through 36 seasons – yes, that does equate to 9 years – not to mention the various weight stages of my life, including pre, present and post pregnancy. And don’t get me started on the Heathrow Injection. The fact these jeans saw me through this fast food and pint swilling stage of my life, when nothing else would fit nicely, eternally endears them to me!
It’s quite possible I jinxed these beloved denim jeans of mine; as recent as a week ago I remarked to The Husband that the pair of pants I was wearing had been high on my wardrobe for just under a decade. Naturally he was surprised (I think he thinks I am donning something new each week – so not the case unfortunately). I commented that through every closet spring clean I couldn’t bring myself to part with them. They were as faithful as any best friend and always worked to flatter me and make me feel good at any size. I was attached in such a way I’d never known with other wardrobe items. And now I wonder just how I will say goodbye.
They hold sentimental value as well, purchased just prior to me leaving the time of my life behind in ol London town. Ahhh, Topshop, Oxford Circus: with 4 floors of retail bliss on offer I was a 22 year old Aussie backpacker living the Charlie in the Chocolate Factory dream. Good times indeed.
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| Their 1st outing, to a Greek Taverna in Soho, London – smashing plates and perfectly fitting jeans = heaven! |
What I so adored (and the thing I have never been able to replicate in other jeans since) is the minor miracle that they were the perfect fit from the very minute I slipped them on. And trust me, when you are just scraping in at five feet tall, this NEVER HAPPENS. I usually spend half the price of the pair of pants getting them taken up (and then grieve over the fact they don’t quite look the same afterwards).
So, make me feel better all you doyennes of denim (or bone fide anti fashion mavens if you too are reading this) – have you ever own an item of clothing that you happily kept recycling each season, until the day they finally wore through? And enlighten me where I’ll find the next perfectly fitting pair of jeans for a five foot woman in her early thirties…!
I go through this with all my jeans 🙁 I feel your pain, I really do. 9 seasons is impressive though – well done and happy shopping! Actually check out Birdsnest…you can shop by body type there and know they recently added jeans…haven’t checked them out yet. Birdsnest girls are the best when it comes to customer service!
I hate to say it but for the past several years I have had one zipper malfunction after another on my jeans. They barely last a season before they have to be donated.
One think I miss about living in NYC is that department store, Lord & Taylor’s, had a great petite section where I could always buy slacks that didn’t have to be shortened. I honestly don’t think I’ve seen a petite section in Australia yet. Subsequently I hate, hate, hate to buy pants.
Good luck finding your next pair of jeans.
That IS devastating! I think I’m yet to find the perfect jeans – sigh.
Thanks for the mention! And I’m feeling for you and the loss of your fave jeans!
Nine seasons is tres impressive.
Wow these jeans fit you great! I have a similar pair from topshop that have lasted me almost as long, and like you i cannot bear to part with them….But they fit just like these and can be bought on ebay uk…they are called “topshop ria jeans” and they have an embroidered “m” on the back pockets – well worth checking out if your a fan of older topshop jeans!
I can help you find the jeans im talking about if you like – my email is lucymacgill@yahoo.co.uk – im huting for a new pair too.