I'm pretty sure I haven't bought jeans since my junior year of college (2006). The jeans I currently own include:
- One pair of hand-me-down skinny jeans from a coworker (2006)
- One pair of thrifted skinny jeans from Willow and Rags in Arcata (2006)
- Two pairs of hand-me-down boot-cut jeans one size too big for me, from my mother-in-law who said they were too big for her (2008)
- A pair of straight-legged jeans I found in a bag on the street, a little too short for me, (2010)
I figured this year, my year of thrift, I wouldn't even try. I mean, if I can't find jeans in folded, labeled stacks at department stores without hyperventilating, how will I managed to buy used?
But something magical happened last week. I went into FreeStyle picked out two pairs of jeans, a skinny and a wide-leg in dark washes. Went to the dressing room, took a deep breath and shimmied into the denim anxiety-machines. This is when the miracle took place - I didn't feel panic, I didn't feel anxious... I felt level-headed and in control. I even left the dressing room to get the clerks' opinions. They were so kind and encouraging - and said the jeans looked great and since they were half off I should get both.
Here are the skinny pair. I scored the top from Thrift Town, it's Vera Wang ($4.50). The shoes were a dollar at a garage sale, Steve Madden. The jeans were the most expensive piece, half-off $34.00.