Jamie vs. Skinny Jeans

I had a problem yesterday.  It was a nice problem, but a problem nonetheless.

My jeans are too big.  Hooray!  But it's Christmas time and we all know what that does to a budget.  However, pants had to be bought or else it was a very real possiblity that one of my children could give them a hearty tug and well, that's something no one wants to see.

So off we went to Kohl's to do some preventative retail therapy.  I knew pretty much what I wanted, jeans that I could tuck into my new pre-Christmas gift boots (thanks Mamacita!), but that might be harder than imagined.  The fashions say to buy skinny jeans to tuck into boots.

I have a firm belief about skinny jeans.  You have to be skinny to wear them.  And even though I needed smaller jeans, I still swim in the chubby end of the gene pool.  No bitterness, just the facts, ma'am.  Skinny jeans go against everything I've ever watched on TLC's What Not to Wear, at least for my body type.  Skinny jeans, mom jeans with white Reeboks, anything with cats or Star Wars on it...  You get the picture.  Hmmm, I wonder what they say about jeggings.  I think I can guess.

(yeah, not my legs.  those are from photobucket)

So the hunt was on to find some more fitted jeans that worked on me and that I actually like.

AHA!  There's the rub.  I have to like them enough to want to wear them out of the house.  Are there even options out there for a thirty-two-year-old woman with five children, who goes days without even leaving the house?  Is there hope?  Please, please, please tell me there is.  Hello?  Hello?  Is there anyone out there?

Hubby came along for moral support and humble opinions.  He's actually maybe not the best person for me to take along.  He never wants to hurt my feelings and will say something looks beautiful, even when I can clearly see cellulite showing.  Bless his heart.  I really needed Olivia with me.  She'd tell me the truth.

Alas, Olivia, my five-year-old fashion guru wasn't with me, so it was up to Hubby and me to muddle through on our own.  Into the fitting room with six pairs of jeans.  Tried 'em on, did a little dance in front of the mirror, making sure everything was properly covered and modeled them for Hubby.  He liked everyone.  What did I tell ya?  (He's so great.)

I managed to find some skinny-ish legged jeans.  A little snugger on the legs than I'm used to, but over all, not to shabby.  They're alot better than those "pajama jeans" you see on commercials.  Tell me I'm not the only who has seen them.  Not to hurt anyone's feelings, but  "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING PEOPLE?!"

Mission accomplished.  I managed to find jeans that can be tucked into boots while still being able to breathe and move.

Hooray, hooray!  It can be done.  It's another festivus miracle!