Happy End of the Week, Borderstanis! I hope you’ve enjoyed this gorgeous weather with a new piece of Spring-time outwear I suggested last week.
So, speaking of last week, I hinted that I was a bit of a denim addict. Did I mention that I’m also the master of the understatement?
Over the past four years, I think I’ve easily bought around 70 pairs of jeans from multiple designers in varying washes, fits and states of distress. I won’t even attempt to calculate how much I spent because that way leads to madness. And eating my feelings. Which means I won’t be able to fit into the jeans I do have.
The only cut you really need is the slim straight. Not the boot-cut, not the carrot-top, not the super-stretchy skinny (i.e. male jeggings or MaJeggings) and never, ever the “relaxed” fit. Washes? Medium blue faded, darker wash, raw selvedge and white. Black and gray are optional.
Anyway, instead of indulging in my retail-therapy insanity, I thought I’d exorcize my denim-demons through some friendly advice. In other words, do as I say, don’t do as I do.