Farewell. You've served me well.

This post is dedicated to my favorite jeans.




















I bought these jeans at J-Crew 4 years ago. It was love at first try-on. They were the perfect jeans: tight at first, but not too tight. Low rise, but not too low. Plenty of room in the waist, but no sag-butt. Plus they stretched out just right after you wore them for a few hours. I wore them as long as I could until I couldn't make them work with my Addison pregnant body. Then, many, many, many months later I was able to squeeze back into them. It was a moment of joy to be able to wear those jeans again. They were badly torn on the bottom from being dragged under my shoe, but I kept on wearing them. Now they not only fit like a glove (well, sort of...) but they were soooo soft! I wore them as long as I could with Ainsley and then put them in my closet as my "target jeans." Well they fit now, which is great, but I came to the realization that just because something fits doesn't mean it looks good! Sure I can put them on, but the low rise look doesn't look quit as appealing as it once did. The extra room in the waist that I appreciated before now makes me look like a plumber. They keep falling underneath my post baby #2 belly. Plus I have a nice rythym going: walk two steps, hitch up pants, walk two more steps, hitch up pants. The last straw was when I was at Hy-vee in the checkout line and I mooned the cashier, two baggers, and everyone in line trying to fish Addison's chapstick from underneath the candy rack. Nope. This girl needs some nice mid-rise pants. No more low-rise jeans for me.

Yesterday Gap marked most of their jeans down to $19.99 and gave the employees half off that price (they're getting all new jeans in!). I came home from work with a new mid-rise pair of Long and Leans, telling Devin they were to replace the other ones. I tried on my tried and true J-Crew pair one more time, and felt myself getting a little sad. "Well maybe I should just keep them" I told Devin, "they don't look too bad" as I'm hitching them up for the 45,000th time. He laughed at me and reminded me that I unintentionally moon him everytime I wear those, when I'm on the carpet with the girls. Hmm. Enough said. This is how people end up on What Not To Wear with mullets, bad perms, tapered jeans, and red leather jackets. It all starts with a "well maybe it doesn't look so bad" and a husband that is too chicken to be honest. I'm glad I'm married to one who's not.























Let's just hope my new love-affair with mid-rise jeans doesn't turn into this: