Shame On Me

This is embarrassing.  My head hangs in shame.  I can't meet your eyes.  Once again, I find myself in a very hypocritical space.

You've all heard me bitching.  You've heard me sigh in disgust.  I swore I'd never do it, and at the time, I wasn't even tempted.

But then today I saw them.  They were light blue denim, my favorite kind.  I've always been a sucker for light colored jeans.  They were brand new Gap, in my size, with pockets just-the-right-size so as to not make my ass look too big.  I quickly grabbed them from the Secret Seconds rack and squealed with delight at the $5.60 price tag.  I threw them on the pile and headed to the dressing room. 

With much anticipation, I stripped down, pulled the Gap jeans from the hanger and tugged them on...and then realized with horror that they were THAT kind...Skinny jeans.  How did I miss that??  Was I blinded by the gorgeous sky-blue denim?  Was it the pockets that lead me astray? 

I couldn't believe I was actually wearing a pair of skinny jeans.  I've hated them from the moment they resurfaced in all their horrific fashion.  I laughed in contempt when my sister-in-law told me she wanted a pair.  I rolled my eyes when girls started sporting them out with their off-the-shoulder t's and bangly bracelets.  "Sooo 80's" I would say "Sometimes the past is best left in the past."

And yet, here I was a mere 2 years after they landed back on the runway.  They fit so well, and they were so comfortable.  I scanned the mirror for a flaw, a reason to immediately take them off and put them as far away from my wardrobe as possible.  I did not want them infecting the rest of my un-trendy clothing.

Alas, I saw no flaws.  In fact, I even liked the tapered leg.  "Oooh, these will go awesome with those black boots I just bought" I thought.  And it was all over.

I went back to the jeans rack and found other skinny jeans.  I even found an awesome faded black pair.  They reminded me of some I had when I was in 5th grade.  I loved those jeans.  Putting them on took me back to Mr. Stole's portable classroom where he once threw a piece of chalk like a baseball to get our attention.   

While I'm admitting things, I guess it's only fair to announce that I also succumbed to the dreadful sparkly-ness too.  Those nostalgic faded black jeans???  Oh yea, they have rhinestones on the butt.  May lightening strike me twice at my hypocrisy.