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Daily Archives: September 6, 2011
Alternate Title: The One With The Skinny Jeans
So hey, here’s something out of my comfort zone. We were getting a little comfy there with the cardigan sweaters so why not just dive right into the deep end, shall we?
Baby’s First Pair of Skinny Jeans
(And frankly, she had to grow a pair in order to pose for pictures in them)
Can we talk about skinny jeans for a minute? Because, like bathing suit shopping, I think skinny jeans kind of get a bad rap. I mean, I understand the panic, I do. I had a panic stricken moment when I went to take this picture because I had just eaten lunch and I mean: THE HORROR. You mean I have to take pictures in a pair of skinny jeans after I have consumed one morsel of food?
What the hell is that all about?
It actually wasn’t just lunch, it was a freaking meal after I had annihilated my workout, but all I could think about was that I probably should not be wearing these pants. Because let’s be real — I’m a lady with some ample thighs. At my best, you’d call them “muscular.” At their worst, a lame fashion magazine would call them a “problem area.”
But here’s the thing: WHO CARES?
When I tried these pants on (scared out of my mind) I actually felt like kind of a rock star. Sure I also felt a little bit insecure and a little bit like, ohmygod but then I decided to revert back to that rock star feeling because you know what: IT WAS MORE FUN. Remember when you were a kid and it was fun to get dressed? You didn’t think about what matched, or what looked good on your body — you picked what was fun!
And style should be fun, right?
So yes. I have thighs. And they touch. There will never be a gap. They are muscular thighs. Lou Ferrigno thighs, if you will. Also, I have calves that like to make themselves known, and an ass that sure doesn’t want to remain anonymous.
But you know what? I have worked really hard for all of those muscles over the last year, so why should I feel nervous about showing them because they aren’t super model thin?
I say I shouldn’t.
Here’s to wearing what is more of wearing what is fun and less of paying attention to rules! Because that shit is rock and roll, my friends.
Shirt: Crap, I cut out the tag because it was floppy. It’s from Target though (natch)
Jeans: Old Navy “The Diva” (ugh) Braided Skinnies (Ok so you aren’t completely dead to me, Old Navy. For now.)
Necklace (which Garrett calls my “Pebbles + Bam Bam Necklace”): Nordstrom
What did you wear today?
Join the group and play a little show and tell.
The thing I love most about Garrett is that I never quite know what is going to come out of his mouth.
In Nordstrom Rack:
H: Hey babe, what do you think of this necklace?
G: Oh yeah, it’s awesome. You are trying to look like a chinese checkerboard, right?
H: Ok, what about this purse? This purse is cute though, right?
G: Oooooooooooooh I see. We’re going through a gaudy phase, are we?
(For the record, it was cute damnit! Also $300. Nordstrom Rack, remember that you are THE RACK and not actually Nordstrom.)
On Face Wash:
G: I think we need some new face wash in the shower, this one is drying my face out. What do you think?
H: Oh, you don’t like the Garnier Fructis one?
G: Yeah, no more Gardener Fruit Loops. I think I want to go back to Oil of Old Lady.
As we got into bed recently….
G: Hey :::sniffs at me::: did you buy a new face wash?
H: Yeah, it was on clearance at Target the other day, I thought I’d try it out. Why does it smell weird?
G: No, it smells good. It smells like…you know, older lady naturals.
H: OLDER LADY NATURALS? What on earth does that even mean? Because that sure doesn’t sound like it smells good.
G: Older Lady Naturals — you know, like lavender and jojoba and shit. It smells good. I like it. Good Night babe!