I'm boring, so I just have the same pair twice
OMIGOD! We truly are jeans twins!
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I'm boring, so I just have the same pair twice
OMIGOD! We truly are jeans twins!
I bet more people can wear lime green than think they can. It was a huge surprise to me, I tell you what.
I have found I don't have the option of buying designer jeans. They don't, from what I have found, make them in my size. Old Navy suits me and my pocketbook just fine, though.
My current Banana Republic jeans are the most expensive I've ever bought, but they fit me like a fucking dream.
Jeans look like crap on me, but I wear them anyway. There is entirely too much material at the knee, even when they are marked petite.
I didn't really even own jeans at all until about a year ago when I discovered that low rise jeans fit me perfectly at the waist, instead of battling with my bra as to which gets to rest just under my boobs.
Sevens used to be my favorite but then I was paranoid about muffin topping so I wanted jeans that had a higher rise. I tried the Lucky's and I likes 'em. Dude, that might be the most boring thing I've ever typed.
Jeans look like crap on me, but I wear them anyway.
Allyson is me wrt jeans. The only luck I have ever head is capri length jeans that fit me like full length, but even then they never ever look right in the waist.
I used to have the most fabulous pair of lime-green pants. They were shiny. And fabulous.
I have a lime green zip up hoodie sweater. I can tell my GF doesn't like it, tho.
I am totally willing to shell out for jeans if they are just perfect. I wear jeans every day of my life so to me, it's on par with spending money on suits or other expensive officewear. I'm happy, though, that the Luckys work and save me $$.
Jeans look like crap on me, but I wear them anyway.
They look fine on me, but I hate the way they feel so I never wear them.
For some reason, this makes my mother nervous. She's been known to scold me for dressing up in dressy dresses much too much, and when we went to Tahoe for my grandfather's memorial service she begged me to bring a pair of jeans. Which I didn't. She's also currently dissatisfied with my new Hec-sculpted haircut, as it's too short in the back and makes me look too butch. Do I get some kind of prize for being simultaneously intolerably butch and femme?