JEANS SHOPPING

I went out this afternoon to drop off my recyling and while I was in that neighborhood, I stopped at one of the few places I actually buy clothes from (and like them). I bought a pair of jeans there in July since the two pairs of jeans I really like are 7 years old and are big enough now that they barely stay up and one day soon they will undoubtedly sprout holes in undesirable places. My pair of July jeans are a size smaller than my really old jeans.

I picked out that same size when I tried on another pair of jeans. The first pair (different style than my July jeans) I pulled up without unzipping them and I looked in the mirror in disbelief. I figured it was because they were a different style.

Next I tried on a pair of jeans that are pretty much the same brand, style and cut of my July jeans. They were a bit baggy. I asked the clerk to get me a size smaller, and she came back with some while I tried on some chinos.

Granted, I have been doing some exercise in the last six weeks, but I had no idea I’d lost any weight at all (I’m not an obsessive weigher). I bought the jeans, though, and retired my two pairs of old jeans.

I came home and celebrated by eating a salad.

My, how times have changed.