i should be studying for my stats exam next week, but it’s saturday night and i’m easily distracted but the carnal joys of food, drink, music, and fashion.
fashion?
so let’s talk about blue jeans and one-hit-wonders.
this afternoon, i spent an obscene amount of time in a very obscene place: diesel. ginger works there on commission, and tim needed a new pair of jeans — sounds like a recipe for an afternoon shopping spree.
in the end, i think we were there for almost 3 hours, trying on what felt like hundreds of jeans in various sizes and washes. diesel is cool because even the women’s sizes are measured in inches vs. the bullshit 1,2,3.. women’s sizing system so bastardized by sweatshop institutions like gap and old navy (if you know me, you know i shop at old navy… give me a break, i’m still an american). regarding blue jeans, turns out i’ve been buying oversized denim… i went in thinking i wore a 33in waist, when in fact i should be buying a 30. that was kind of nice to know, but i was worried: ginger & co. said they fit great, but i could barely sit down in these jeans they were so tight. according to the staff, they stretch out. i ended up going with the “cherone” style: slim fit, boot cut. everyone at the store agreed that the cherone fit looked really good “from behind” (but really, when don’t i look good from behind)? i was skepticle, but gave into their persuasion when the 50 year old tailor said, without prompting: “those fit great from behind”. i mean, he seemed objective enough. so what, i bought a new pair of jeans.
that’s right: i did say, “tailor”. even with the discount (thanks ginger!), i’ve never spent this many benjamins on a pair of jeans, so i thought i’d better have em’ fit right. i was a little concerned because they had a little too much room in the banch, but “gassan” assures me the rest of the jeans will stretch out. otherwise i’ll have to stuff. still, i’m having them hemmed so they don’t drag under my shoes.
hours this took!!
and yet, although i loathe shopping, i actually almost enjoyed the experience. i mean, their jeans are pretty dope. and the people who work there seem to know what’s up. so, i wanna say it’s all good… but i’ll have to get back to you when i get my jeans back from gaston and let them stretch out a bit.
by the way: these jeans would look really great with a pair of chuck taylors. sadly, nike owns converse these days and i couldn’t really sleep at night knowing i support both old navy AND nike. thank goodness for adbusters.
for $50 to $60 (USD?), i will buy my freedom from brand slavery.
and that’s a special thing
back on the homestead, i was feeling pretty exhausted. on my journey through denim, i also acquired a charger for my cell phone, some 2-stroke engine oil, an mp3/cd player, and groceries. then i stir-fried. then i made some more of this amazing split pea soup. then i thought i’d study for my stats exam, when i happened upon a phenomenal one-hit-wonder off the pretty in pink soundtrack: “wouldn’t it be good” by the danny hutton hitters. props to sidewalk annie, which is the only site i’ve found that has the lyrics to this song, nevermind lyrics to the entire pretty in pink soundtrack.
I got it bad
You don’t know how bad I got it
You got it easy
You don’t know when you got it good
It’s getting harder
Just keeping life and soul together
I’m sick of fighting,
Even though I know I should
The cold is biting
To each and every nerve inside
My broken spirit is frozen to the core
Wouldn’t it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just a day
Wouldn’t it be good if we could wish ourselves away?
You must be joking
You don’t know a thing about it
You’ve got no problem
I’d stay right there if I were you
I’ve got it harder
You couldn’t dream how hard I’ve got it
Stay out of my shoes
If you know what’s good for you
The heat is stifling
Burning me up on the inside
The sweat is coming from each and every pore
Wouldn’t it be good to be on your side
The grass is always greener over there
Wouldn’t it be good if we could leave with out a care?
I got it bad
You don’t know how bad I got it
You got it easy
You don’t know when you got it good
It’s getting harder
Just keeping life and soul together
I’m sick of fighting,
Even though I know I should
The cold is biting
To each and every nerve inside
My broken spirit is frozen to the core
Wouldn’t it be good to be on your side
The grass is always greener over there
Wouldn’t it be good if we could leave with out a care?
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