Friday, John and I went to JC Penny and I took a gander at the clearance rack. I walked into the place with a $10.00 off coupon. I walked out with two really cute new pairs of jeans that cost me a total of $11.21. AND they’re a size smaller than the ones I’ve been wearing! “What size, Krissa?” I’ll tell you. One more size down and I’ve hit my goal! Woo-hoo! How’s that for specific? 😉
I put on one pair of them and wore them yesterday and Keelan remarked that they don’t make me look like I have an, ahem, “old lady butt”. I considered this statement carefully and decided to let her live after all put it in the compliment category.
Both pairs of jeans are low rise, and while I don’t wear the “Mom Jeans” that Stacy and Clinton on What Not To Wear are constantly lecturing people about, they are a good deal lower than I’m accustomed to. I finally went in and put on a belt because every time I stood up I felt like I was losing them by an inch or so.
Then, Sunday, Kes and I were running into Kohl’s. Upon getting out of the child’s car, (actually climbing up out of her car, which is what you do with a Mustang…), grabbing the “waist” of the jeans and hauling them up, while pulling my shirt down and noticing Kes staring at me, I turned around so she could see my back and said, “So can you see any butt crack?”
She pinked up a bit, glanced nervously around and said, “NO MOM!”. While deftly giving the ubiquitous eye roll. She then had the grace to grin at me and comment that I need to “…get some tight strapless tops today.”.
I told her that I am wearing practically butt crack pants so she can just score one for her team and leave well enough alone.
Free toes, everybody!