Colour Me Blue

Denim blue, that is.  I have -- correction...HAD -- eleven pairs of jeans in my closet.  What is it that compels me to keep buying them?  Closer examination of said collection is like an archeological dig through my recent past.

I was definitely shopping with my daughter when I bought the Old Navy pair.  A small attempt at recapturing my lost youth, but getting them home I had to admit -- I'm not a low rise kind of girl. Never have been and, judging by the comfort factor of these jeans, never will be.  What's this at the very bottom of the pile?  Oh my...Mom Jeans.  Remember that old ad skit on Saturday Night Live?  I may not be low rise but loooong gone are the days when zipping up to the armpits was fashionable.  (Was it ever?)  Then there's the four pairs with the inner thighs totally worn through.  Too bad, they were some comfy jeans...which explains the holes.  I'll salvage a couple to wear doing yard work.  I guess I'm showing my age by admitting that I wear the holes into the jeans rather than buying them that way. Here's a pair that I can put on and take off without even undoing them.  And two pair of "designer" jeans that, well, apparently weren't "designed" for my life.

Which brings me to my everyday jeans:  Eddie Bauer slightly curvy bootcut with a mid rise.  A big thank you to whoever thought of adding the 1% lycra spandex...just enough so I can still do them up when they come straight from the drying but not so much that the knees get baggy after sitting down. But why is it that jeans always shrink in and never up?  And just who are these long-legged beauties for whom the "regular" length are made?  Hey, I'm regular...so why are the "regular" jeans always two inches too long and the "short" jeans just that little bit too short?

One final observation:  it's pretty apparent from the assortment of sizes in my closet that clothing manufacturers are now putting size 6 on what used to be a 10.  We're on to you.  And we appreciate the mind game...even if we know we're playing it.