Miss Me

Let me just tell you one thing about myself.  I HATE shopping for jeans.  It ranks right up there with cleaning toilets for me.  I literally have to get all geared up for a day of shopping for my blue jeans.  And more times than not,  the day often ends with me storming out of the store in disgust, wanting to rip to shreds the 27 pairs of jeans strewn all over the fitting room that had just wasted a whole bunch of my time.  I will go years without buying a pair of jeans because the whole process is truly that traumatizing for me. Hate. Double hate shopping for jeans.  

I'm not really sure what my deal is.  I'm not a real big shopping fanatic to begin with.  I mean, I love pretty new outfits & super cute high heels.  I love getting all of my shopping bags home, pulling out my loot, & trying everything on all over again.  But the whole shopping process...not my thing. Especially now that I have a little one tagging along with me.  If you wanna tick a kid off real good, strap them into a stroller & cram them into a 3x3 dressing room.  Talk about stress.  

Well here recently, I took one hard look at my closet & had to face the fact that my wardrobe was in dire need of some updated denim.  So I mustered up some courage, tried to have a positive attitude, & even said a prayer on the way to the shopping center {no I am not kidding}.  I strapped Jett into his stroller, & off I went to get this dreaded task out of the way.

The sales associate loaded me down with a mountain of jeans, all different washes, styles, & brands, & we crammed ourselves into the fitting room {we hit the jackpot & got the handicap dressing room so there was actually room to see myself in the mirror--woo hoo!}.

I believe there were about seven pairs "to start with".  Ugh.  I loaded Jett man's stroller tray with Gerber puffs {I knew this wasn't gonna be quick & painless, & I needed to distract him}.  I quickly tried the pair of jeans that were at the top of the pile.  And what happened next was nothing short of a miracle...

As soon as I buttoned that button on those jeans, the heavens opened up, & a choir of angels began singing!  They fit!!  They freaking fit!  {the angels didn't sing that...those were the thoughts in my head.  I don't think angels say "freaking"}.  The first pair of jeans I tried on fit & I actually liked the way they looked on me!  They were exactly the right length, just the right color, & made my butt look two sizes smaller!  I'm pretty sure I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming!  I took one glance at the heap of the rest of the jeans lying there, still needing to be tried on & said, "SAYONARA!"  I wasn't about to go & mess up a good thing!

So here they are!  My "Miss Me" pair of jeans--also known as the jeans sent from heaven!