This past weekend I went with my girlfriend Talitha to Sway and Cake next to Nordstrom downtown to see if I could spend my Groupon on something fun for our company retreat in two weeks.
As I went through the gorgeous, but very pricey selections, I decided to wait to use my Groupon on something for later in the fall and finished getting ready in the dressing room before heading over to J. Crew to order my trusty final sale back up.
Pictures to come. I’m praying it fits.
As I went to put on my pants, I was both mortified and filled with hysterical laughter to find a huge rip in an unflattering part of the jeans. Just that morning I took these pants, my favorite skinny jeans, out of the trunk of my car in a bag for Goodwill and decided to give them another shot. Between shrinkage from the wash and the couple of pounds I’ve gained over the year, I knew, just knew, that these jeans were begging to rip soon. Hence the decision to send them away from my closet and out of sight for future tempting wears. They were not a safe choice anymore, but Lord knows I love to take some risks now and then.
I absolutely must start listening to that little voice in my gut better.
So I did what any confident fashion lover would do. I asked my girlfriend if it was obvious that I had a massive rip in my jeans. And after be assured it was, in fact, not obvious at all, I proudly walked out of Sway and Cake onto 5th Avenue and off to Barney’s, Nordstrom Rack and J. Crew to finish my searches.
I had more shopping to do, of course, and a little rip in my pants wasn’t going to keep me from it. After all, they were my favorite jeans and we deserved one last go of it together.
So here’s my last picture of the pair of jeans that took me through a fantastic 2.5 years of memories. They were worth every $200 from the gift card I used to buy them. Best thing an ex-boyfriend ever gave me.