So my little sister and I did some clothes shopping when she was in town last week, and it seems I've now officially entered mid-life crisis territory. This was brought about by buying my first pair of what are called "Skinny Jeans". Alas, this doesn't mean that I've lost a few pounds and gone down a size. No, it means that the jeans taper down and hug your lower leg. And forget boot cut - skinny jeans are now all the rage.
"In my day" this look was achieved by what we called "pegging" - folding over one side of the pant leg and then rolling it up a couple of times. And we wore them with penny loafers. But these days why mess with pegging jeans when you can just make them narrow enough that a foot can barely fit through.
Anyhoo - I was not necessarily in the market for a pair of skinny jeans, but I was with my "much younger" sister, and I figured "when in Rome" (aka Old Navy), so I bought a pair.
One of my other sisters was in town this week, so I decided to try out the new look while we were out and about. A flouncy blouse and a pair of flats later, there I was in the heart of downtown Salt Lake City, rocking the skinny jeans and getting more notice from the male of the species than I have in I-don't-know-how-long. Granted, they were all 20-years old, but these days I have to take what I can get I suppose. Who knew the skinny jeans would make everyone think I was a Cougar (and no, I don't mean follower of BYU)?
"In my day" this look was achieved by what we called "pegging" - folding over one side of the pant leg and then rolling it up a couple of times. And we wore them with penny loafers. But these days why mess with pegging jeans when you can just make them narrow enough that a foot can barely fit through.
Anyhoo - I was not necessarily in the market for a pair of skinny jeans, but I was with my "much younger" sister, and I figured "when in Rome" (aka Old Navy), so I bought a pair.
One of my other sisters was in town this week, so I decided to try out the new look while we were out and about. A flouncy blouse and a pair of flats later, there I was in the heart of downtown Salt Lake City, rocking the skinny jeans and getting more notice from the male of the species than I have in I-don't-know-how-long. Granted, they were all 20-years old, but these days I have to take what I can get I suppose. Who knew the skinny jeans would make everyone think I was a Cougar (and no, I don't mean follower of BYU)?
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