I despise shopping for jeans.

I do it about once every 4 years, buy 3 pairs within a month, and don’t think about it again until they are falling apart, regardless of new styles and trends (and I do love fashion).  Well, I have been in the “falling apart” stage for oh, probably a year now.  Basically since I came back from Italy 5 pounds lighter with every pair that still fit ruined from the evil apparatuses that the Italians believe to be washing machines.

I’ve asked every person that is remotely the same shape (I have a booty) and size (petite) as me where they buy their jeans, had said friends go with me for help and support, and still found NOTHING.  Not even after a few drinks (lowered standards need not only apply to dating) and help from a fabulous gay man, did I find anything at the enormous and super expensive Diesel store in midtown.  I was willing to shell out over 200 bucks for some denim and nothing.  Niente.

Last night in a fit of panic I ran directly to Urban Outfitters after leaving work in hopes of livening up my closet (I believe that this denim thing is contagious and has spread to the rest of my wardrobe).  And guess what?  That’s right.  I FOUND JEANS!!!  And not just any jeans.  SKINNY jeans.  To be more exact, Cigarette jeans (yes, I feel fancy when saying that).  The trend that I thought I would forever have to live without and pretend to believe was just a hipster fashion and that the “hipster” trend itself would soon fade and be replaced by something more “Amy-friendly” (like, say, the “oompa-loompa” phenomena??).

Anyway, these are the jeans I bought.  They are very long, but I’m not going to bother hemming them because the lighter interior makes for a sweet cuff.  And when I stick them in my knee-high boots (another trend I succumbed to a couple of years ago after laughing at), they don’t bulge out everywhere.  The best part?  $49.  Suck on that, Diesel.

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