Yesterday it was 90 degrees outside and Clara and I needed a break from the heat so we headed over to the mall play place. After about 30 minutes of playtime, the mall employees kicked everybody out so they could clean the area (seriously?! they had to clean it in the middle of the afternoon when all the kids were there?), so I plopped Clara in the stroller and we went window shopping.
I ended up at J. Crew holding a pair of red skinny jeans in my hands. I don't even know how it happened. One second I was groaning over fashion trends and how I don't understand belts and boots and skinny jeans and don't own any of the above and the next second I was letting the store employee escort me back to the dressing room to try on the tight red pants with a darling navy blue top dotted with white anchors. In my mind I was thinking, "you know, this just might work. Maybe the idea of skinny jeans is so crazy and bizarre that this just might turn out okay. Lots of your friends wear them and they look great!"
It was all a lie.
Aside from making me look like I have some pretty phenomenal calves (a first for me) and not being as uncomfortable as I thought I probably should be while wearing long pants that are much more form-fitting than anything I normally wear, the skinny jeans accentuated all the wrong parts of my lower-half. Possibly the worst part is that I could see my knees. And I hate my knees. Always have. And just forget about the hip, thigh, and bum regions. Sheesh. What was I thinking?
I was, however, in L.O.V.E. with the navy blue anchor top, which is no surprise since navy is without question my best color and I always feel confident in navy. Then I read the price tag. $135 for a blouse?!
I hate fashion.