A few months ago, I fell in love with these jeans from the Newport News catalog, but they were too expensive for my jean-budget. So, I took a gander at Ebay, and sure enough, someone was selling them for a fraction of the cost. Now, it's always a gamble to buy jeans without trying them on, I know this, but I took the risk of getting something less than perfect without a way of returning them.
When they arrived, they were in perfect condition, just as advertised-- but they don't fit me right. Perhaps I just fell in love with this picture. This happens to me all the time: I adore clothes as seen on models who are standing just so in perfect lighting with pins running down their backs. I'm still almost as gullible and unrealistic as I was in my youth.
Actually, I'm feeling a bit of an identify crisis right now--what, exactly, do I want? What looks good on my 45-year-old self, what looks appropriate, what would look ridiculous? Working with a crowd of much younger women is not helping me in this department. I feel wrinkled, under made-up, unfashionable, and decrepit. Before, I hadn't realized how old I was getting. Really. It's being surrounded by the texting, facebook, hip hop, dramatically over-sensitive crowd that is suddenly making me feel other in a way I've never experienced.
Not that I envy anything I see. I don't. But even though I'm not working with models or anyone who is apt to set the world ablaze with any special talent, I'm still the insecure personality that I was at sixteen; overconfident young people scare the hell out of me. After a whole year of working with them, I'm still getting used to it. (Waifer referred to me as quaint when he was tipsy at the awards show. At least he was extremely tactful. They say the darnedest things).
I still think these jeans are lovely, even if my taste runs a bit--quaint, and so decided to see if a local consignment store would accept them. Since they require consignors to bring in ten items, I did, and they accepted six of them, items I'd almost taken to the Salvation Army--but these jeans were among the four items I brought back. So was a pretty, floral McClintock dress which I hate to admit has become a bit tight around the midsection. Too unusual, too out of style?? Don't ask me. Obviously, I don't know.
One thing is for certain, though: today is a lovely day, life is good right now, and it's time to get outside. Happy weekend, everyone!