Thursday, May 3, 2012

Perfect Jeans


I have never been that lucky girl; never had that perfect pair of jeans…until now.  I love this denim like no other.  My passion is unequaled.  And this chance encounter was all quite by accident.  It was a harried decision, a choice I almost didn’t make, a choice thrown on at the end of a time-sensitive –shopping-endeavor.  My childhood friend and I had indulged our stay-at-home-mom fantasies and hired a babysitter while we allowed ourselves to shop, in a mall!  Still our time was limited and was encroached upon by the knowledge that there was a 5 to 1 ratio at her house.  So even though we appeared to be free women, we still shopped like two rushed, frenzied mothers: there was a time constraint.  Luckily I did have my best friend with me who obviously knows a good pair of jeans and recognized they were a hit on my legs, thighs and buns.  “Well, should I get them?  What do you think?”

“Definitely.”  I was unsure because the hems dragged a bit.  She promised that she could alter them if I needed it.  This scene is almost three years old, but is clear in my mind…one of those fateful, frozen events.  By this one simple purchase I was changing the course of history, at least as far as my wardrobe goes.

For three years I would wake and gaze into my closet.  I had choices.  There were other jeans.  But whenever, out of obligation, I chose another pair I always regretted it.  My heart was another’s.  My true love lay in my drawers waiting for me to realize my mistake and return to him and his threads only.

Days with Mr. Perfect were just better.  My confidence oozed:  the right color, with the right fade; the right softness that didn’t sag by the end of the day; so dependable.  I could dress these jeans up or down.  They were good enough for casual grocery shopping, picking up the kids, or going on dates with my husband.  They were morphing into my body, becoming a second skin.  We had lit the wedding unity candle and had become one.

That is why my heart broke recently when I discovered a thin stream of light protruding through the back, left pocket.  Maybe it was my imagination.  Maybe if I stood straight, did not squat, no one else would notice.  I tested this out on my husband.  “Well, maybe if I wear blue underwear?”

“Maybe it is time to get a new pair of jeans.”

Sorrow.  I knew that fates would only give goodness to me once.  You only have one first love.  I tried to find the exact same brand, but it had been three years and the fashions had morphed slightly.  (I guess I’m like that woman who still insists on a beehive at the beauty salon.)  I compromised.  I found something I could live with, not necessarily live without.

I brought this new pair of jeans home and placed them in the drawer next to my worn-out-lover.  I was sad.  I knew that when I woke up and put them on, it would not be the same…and it was not.  I still have my perfect-pair-of-jeans.  I will not throw him out yet.  And I still wear Mr. Right on days when I know I am safe from public scrutiny.  I now understand the powerful connection between a woman and her jeans.  Some things in life you can only learn through experience.  Jeans are one of those things.

6 comments:

Jessica said...

Agree agree! My perfect jeans have been the Gap Curvy Cut jeans. They are fairly standard and - so far - I have found them to be accessible the every few years when I have got up enough nerve to buy new jeans. So very sad to see the favorites go. Perhaps get some cute fabric and make some patches - patches have to come back into style eventually, no?

Jessica said...

I remember this pair of jeans well! (In fact, I believe it did buy a matching pair!) Haha! To boot, they weren't expensive. I have a favorite pair that has been loved for about 6 years. They have a huge hole in the knee and are totally faded, not to mention stretched out from wearing them too soon post-baby. I know it's time to let go--almost.

Rebekah said...

Yes, Jessica #2, you were the friend. I was going to keep wearing my beloved anyway, but then this morning when I went to put them on the zipper was totally busted so I had to put them in the scrap pile.

Angelina said...

I had the same thing finally happen with Joe's... And i bought one pair...then went to south dakota wishing i had bought more. Came home...bought 3 more pair. I love jeans that fit just so! I bought 3 of the exact same pair and one that has more of a boyfriend fit. They are my lovers...

Heather said...

I've had a few pairs like that, it's like a bad breakup when they're gone.

Michelle said...

Isn't that sad? I had a perfect pair of jeans once....and I adored them so much I went back the next week and bought a second pair. Unfortunately, they both (eventually) ripped out in an embarrassing way. But I'd been wearing them almost daily for three years. They had a right to let go!