day 27

I wish I had pulled off daily posts. It doesn't sound that hard. And I goofed before Thanksgiving weekend, even.

I bought a pair of jeans at Old Navy. Mid-rise, the "Flirt." I tried on the "Sweetheart," the at-waist jean, but ti was not cut right for me. I didn't bother with the "Diva," the low-rise model. I like mid-rise jeans. They are more comfortable. But I am not pleased with this pair--they sag. Tare the lowest rise jeans I think I have ever worn. Thank god for long shirts, and wearing my jacket at Costco today. Or else when Henry's zipper got stuck and I knelt down to unstick it, I would have shown the ID checker more of me than he ever needed to know. I am annoyed--I've worn them, I can't return them. And instead of having a new "good" pair of jeans, I have one that I will only wear when everything else is dirty.

I do love the idea of them naming the different rises. That had to be a raunchy marketing conversation. Can you imagine the names rejected at the brainstorming sessions--the whore? the skank? The prep? the angel? the cheerleader? the athlete? the Madonna? Can you imagine deciding how much underwear each style was designed to show?