For the first time in my life, I have 3 pairs of jeans that fit me. I love 2 of the pairs. Over the weekend I splurged on a $72 pair of Silver jeans. It makes me sick except that I love the jeans and have squandered a lot more than $72 in the past (collectively) on numerous pairs of ill-fitting jeans that I now loathe. My new ones look like this:
Today I quietly bemoaned the fact that I have 2 pairs of beloved jeans and in two weeks, I will no longer be able to wear jeans to work. It’s back to ugly tan khakis and shirts with collars. Nice shoes and no Minnesota Wild sweatshirts. I’ll have to wear earrings or a necklace every day and behave myself. I shudder to think about it. I’m voluntarily leaving a job where I can wear my favorite jeans whenever I want, to take a job where I have to dress like a capitalist and pretend I’m oh-so-comfortable in the stupid stretchy poly/cotton blends that “business casual” women wear now. Isn’t it ironic, don’tcha think?