Been finding myself in jeans a lot lately, not because they’re comfortable. They’re not. At least not in this heat. They’re especially uncomfortable when you’re sitting on your car’s leather seats (but don’t worry I’ll spare you the rather graphic sweaty details.) But that’s usually the case with fashion – very rarely does comfort come before anything. (HA. coming from the same girl who’s actually wearing a shirt.)
A Different Eagle (Pt. 2)
Completely disregarding comfort and the idea of air ventilations in my lower regions, I’ve been on the look out for the perfect flared jeans for a while now – those that actually fit and don’t expect the wearer to have mile-long Barbie legs that can’t be made flattering lest I wear stilts. Most of the time they just make me look like a) I shrunk, b) a child in my mom’s clothes, or c) a hobbit.
Glad to have found these jeans in the newly opened American Eagle Outfitters after months of shopping disappointments. The length is perfect for a sturdy, non-threatening heel (non-threatening being anything ≤ 4 inches. Anything longer drives me off escalators and, well, steps in general.)
Also, I find it very amusing (I hope you do too), that I’m wearing a puppy’s face in a post entitled eagle. That’s actually Sassa Jimenez’ puppy Atka. I’ll save more details for a later post.
And because I couldn’t resist posting an ass photo (I am talking about jeans), I’ll leave you with a rather unflattering one.