Jumpin’ Into Jeans
There are indisputably two things women hate the world over to do.
Try on swimsuits and try on jeans.
Today I’m talking about jeans because they’re on my mind. Pants and I don’t get along in the first place, but in the last few years, I’ve started to fight back. When I was a teenager (God, that was a long time ago), hip hugger and bell bottom pants were in style. So were boot cut jeans. Since I was too timid to wear hip huggers and my mother probably wouldn’t have let me, I ended up wearing less fashionable jeans. And painter pants. Remember those? Cream colored painter pants. No matter what, my long torso meant that any pants that sat at the waist or above the waist always cut me in half in the crotch. I ended up wearing jeans that fit too big in the butt and the thighs so the crotch wouldn’t attack me. Fast forward to the 80’s. Before I proceed, let me tell you right up front that you can be slim and still have difficulty finding clothes that fit you. If you’re forty something, many people expect you to wear boxy clothes. Not for me. I discovered slim cut clothes flatter me more than baggy. Unfortunately, if your butt dictates you’re a small size, that means most of the non-baggy clothes in a store are in the junior section. I spend quite a bit of time looking for clothes that fall somewhere between way too hip hugger teeny bopper and middle-aged frump.
Fast forward to the 90’s. My favorite place to order jeans offered jeans for women with a tall rise. Meaning I could purchase jeans that fit everywhere. That went on for two years or three years. Then they suddenly decided their quality control would go to hell in a hand basket and a size I used to fit in now had a “more forgiving” thighs and hips fit. That meant they looked like clown pants. If I had known that more forgiving was such a drastic step, I would have ordered a size down. Therefore, I gave up on my favorite catalog.
A few weeks ago I caved in and decided to try on several sizes of boot cut jeans (yeah, the 70’s are back, doncha know) that are also hip huggers (okay, that’s not what they call them anymore). I didn’t go for the super low rise, but they are lower than what I normally wear. Low and behold, I found two pairs of jeans that I actually like. Not only do they have the dimensions I’m looking for, they are long enough. Sue me—I hate high water pants.
There’s a story in their somewhere. Jeans on Parade? The Jeans Saga?
What about you? Am I the only one who has a war with pants?
And, on a side note, there is absolutely nothing about my heroine putting on her jeans in my next release, JUNGLE FEVER (Ellora’s Cave www.ellorascave.com), but I’d love for you to check out the story! Stop by my excerpt here at Access Romance and my website at www.deniseagnew.com and find out more about my latest Special Investigations Agency release.
) and the average are just a littler too long. I wish there were a length in between petite and regular. I tried growing another couple inches, but that didn’t work out. 
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Because of my long legs, people are always thinking I’m taller than I am. 
Thanks guys, for all the comments on Jeans…makes feel better I’m not alone in not fitting pants perfectly. 
