|little jenni about 4 or 5?|
Despite the fact that I'm a card carrying West Texas Girl, I've never been much into jeans.
Except for those few years in elementary school when I was obsessed with obtaining as many pairs of Girbaud jeans and jean shorts as possible (red jeans, light wash denim, even a pair of green and black striped jean shorts), and my senior year in high school when I virtually lived in a pair of jeans, some Nike kicks, and a rotating variety of GAP Anoraks (I know...), jeans were never really my go-to garment.
In Dallas, it's so humid and gross for so many months of the year, I just can't bring myself to wear them. And, since I am a teacher, jeans aren't accepted work attire, so I never really shop for them.
Jeans are weird. I know that some girls are obsessed with theirs, have a zillion different washes and cuts and lengths hanging out in their closets, but I just don't enjoy them. Something that should be so easy to work with is just too much. Something that looks so great on virtually 90% of the female population just doesn't really work for my body--or at least the way I perceive my body.
But today, I am wearing jeans. And, reader, I'm pretty happy with them.
Especially when paired with my favorite pink driving mocs I bought in Provence several years ago. When these pearlescent, well-loved babies go, I will cry.
What are you wearing this weekend? Jeans? PJs?