Cider Press Hill

Jeans shopping

Until today, I thought I had my jeans shopping down cold. All I had to do was walk in the store, grab a pair of Lee Riders, boot-cut, and take them right over to the cashier. No trying on needed. They just always fit right. The ONLY jeans that have EVER fit me right.

Today, I realized that it has been a while since I bought my last pair of jeans. There have been a few stylistic changes. Boot cut now, apparently, means slightly flared leg—a conservative, though distinct bell-bottom. Straight legged jeans look sort of like the old boot-cut leg, except maybe with the slightest bit less width. Then there are easy fit ones (boot-cut or straight leg) and classic fit ones and the relaxed fit ones. They were all either dark denim or something that looked as if the jeans had been introduced to a stone wash, then yanked out and thrown under an 18 wheeler. I swear the lighter ones all looked as if they had tread marks on them. There was nothing resembling the faded stone wash shade I love. And every pair of Lee Rider jeans in the store were stretch...you know, with that magical 2% spandex in them to do whatever it is that it’s supposed to do. All of them. Every last pair in the store.

Well, I needed a pair of jeans badly since I snagged my last decent pair on a nail yesterday and took a good portion of the leg off. (My human leg escaped injury). I grabbed a classic fit pair and came home.

My considered opinion is this: I hate them. There is something so very wrong about stretch jeans. While I can see the advantage of that memory yarn thing (no baggy knees), I still want my jeans and I to become old buddies. When I put them on, they’re supposed to conform to ME, naturally. Well broken in jeans are one of life’s pleasures. These things will never be broken in. It’ll be like putting on a brand new pair every single time. No matter how long I own them. Because that spandex snaps them right back into that brand new undifferentiated shape. When I put my legs into them three months from now, there will still be no familiarity or broken in-ness. They’ll still have to get to know me all over again the eighty-fifth time I put them on.

Why do they ALL have to have spandex? Why???? What’s wrong with 100% denim?!

Posted on 05/18/07 at 09:14 PM
 




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