I’m a walking time capsule from 2019. Open my front door and you’ll find me with a stack of skinny jeans, a side part and typing so many 😂😂😂 to make you 😂 or not.
I’m ready to join 2021. I’ve been following the blue jean commentary and I have no new perspective, but where do I put this post-pandemic fashion angst if not on my blog? Here ya go!
Do I love my skinny jeans enough to go down with a sinking ship? Am I throwing in the towel? Is 38.75 years-old the point of no return?
I’m not ready! If my father-in-law buys his jeans at Express, than this is no time for me to clutch my skinny jeans.
And if mom jeans are in and skinny jeans are out, will skinny jeans become the new mom jeans?
I doubt this would be such a harsh predicament if it weren’t for the last 365 days of fleece pajama pants. I have no real-world feel for what is going on and what my peers are wearing.
A recent dinner in Boston affirmed that while I was hunkered down in the suburbs, people have moved on to any number of new pant options.
I would never have called myself a trendsetter, but in my twenties it felt effortless to keep up with the styles. Either that or I was very happy with my delusions of myself.
The suburbs combined with a pandemic, makes scouring the internet my only window into what the heck I should be wearing if I don’t want to be completely out of touch.
I want to dress my age: 38.75. Not 25 and not 39.
I turn to Captain, who’s still wearing his fleece pajama pants. He says,
“Trends are stupid. They just want you to buy more clothing.”
“Correct.” I will be buying more clothing.
I have 2 new styles and returned a third. Captain cocks his head at me,
“They look good if that’s what people are wearing.”
I HAVE NO IDEA! This is my problem.
With a new pair on, I head to pick up BB at school. Her teacher, who couldn’t be more trendy, says,
“I love your jeans!”
Now what shoes should we be wearing with theses new jeans? Can someone hold my hand?