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These jeans ruined it all for me
on July 17, 2013
I used to look forward to shopping for jeans. It was a ritual of sorts. My husband understood. Having twins had done a number on my body, and nothing fit like it used to when we first met. So he stayed at home watching the kids, while I went shopping. Hours spent in dressing rooms, trying on one pair of jeans after another. A chance to have some me time after a long week of taking care of three young children.
My closet bears witness to years of fruitless searching. Rows of jeans in different sizes. I donated my size "zeros" and "twos" already, I am not delusional. One of "fours" from my college days, Guess and Limited jeans that I've held on to, because they don't make skinny jeans like these any more. Someday they will fit. Another row of "sixes," most from JJ Jill and Gap - skinny low-slung jeans that I wear on my good days when my belly isn't poking out so much and no one would think of asking me if I am expecting. I can't ever use them when I'm with the kids, leaning over would be a nono at my advanced maternal age. Another of maternity jeans from Gap - they are oh-so comfortable I see no harm of using them at home even if my last kid was born years ago. Another one of "eights" - the mom jeans that make my husband wince, waist high and built like tanks, with an elastic waist that gives gently to those extra four inches in my hips, nature's way of letting me carry around two babies for endless months. And another one of "tens" folded up neatly and stashed away behind the others, for those days when I've indulged too much and dared to eat dessert.
My husband knows he shouldn't take pictures on me when I'm wearing jeans, my daily uniform. There's no knowing when my tights will look huge from all the extra denim floating around them. Or when a muffin top or worse will peek out from over a low slung waist. Or a too-short top will reveal the dreaded waist-high jeans. Tunics help cover these, some of the time.
And then I made the mistake of ordering these Levi's 525 in "Sky", online no less. I needed a pair to replace a random pair I ripped at the knees from playing on the floor all the time. These are cheap, they'll do, I thought. Good house jeans, run-around-with-the-kids jeans, fall asleep with them on if you're too tired jeans.
I ordered an 8 short, even though I'm 5'7", so they would not drag on the floor when I am barefoot. They got here too quickly. And they were perfect, darn it. Perfect fit, custom made for me feel. Just the right length to wear with ballet shoes, falling right at the top of my foot. Perfect just below the waist, this is no mommy jean. No need to worry about leaning over, we got you covered perfect. Elastic give throughout, play anything with the kids jeans. Crouching, hopping around, twisting, you-got-nothing on me kids, look how your mom can still move. Better than any designer pair of jeans I ever bought perfect. And dare I say it, downright sexy. Hey, I'm back.
Great. Now what? How am I going to get out of the house now?!