I Hate Jeans Shopping

I spent last week in a variety of dresses, skirts and sandals. Well, it was glorious weather. You've got to get your legs out when the (rare) opportunity strikes, haven't you? Then I got midge bites all over the back of my thighs. Then it got cold.

I was quite happy to pull my jeans back on. Faithful jeans.



I maintain that jeans shopping is one of the most unpleasant things around. What a deeply, deeply awful process it is. Every shop and every brand are wildly different. You can't just pick up a standard size and expect it to fit. A slightly different cut or fabric, even in the same shop, can mean you need to go up two sizes just to get the buggers over your thighs. I always end up crying in a changing room, feeling the size of a hippo, surrounded by an enormous variety of jeans that all manage to make me feel and look awful. I HATE IT.

I could always rely on Dorothy Perkins short skinny indigo jeans but they changed the cut and I put on a bit of weight and suddenly, dramatically, we fell out of love. I did without for a few months, then dived into Gap on a whim, grabbed two pairs off the shelf and tried them on. Two minutes later I was walking out of the store with a carrier bag in hand and a smile on my face. Easiest jeans shopping trip ever! And they were on offer. I think that was the sort of denim-based good fortune that only happens once in a blue moon.



Woop, check out my button swapping skills. This shirt is lovely but came with revolting gold buttons, half of which were missing (it's Primark, I wasn't surprised). I bought nice blue ones instead.






Shirt - Primark
Vest top & ring - Dorothy Perkins
Jeans - Gap
Shoes - Irregular Choice
Necklace - Sunday Girl