Lesson Learned: Don't Exhaust You Favorite Jeans!

     When I wake up in the mornings and begin to pick out my outfit for the day, I often try to be innovative in my choice of apparel. Whether or not I've exhausted a look or not, I tend to wear the same clothes all the time. Although I enjoy a variety of styles/looks, because of my limited resources/finances, I wear clothes until they rip at the seams. Not even joshin' you.

     I was recently at a competitive choir audition about an hour from where I live. I wasn't too concerned with what I wore. I had much more important things to worry about, like the material of the concert and the fact that I was about to fall over from tiredness. The skinny jeans I was wearing were the cheapest of the cheap: Target, Mossismo brand. For some reason, I had a thing for them. I purchased them over a year ago, I believe, and I never once thought about the consequences of wearing them twice a week and taking advantage of the "stretch". That was my first mistake.

     Having consumed about two liters of water that day (being paranoid about my throat), I was in the bathroom half the day. On one sit-down, I happened to check out the inside part of my pants where the seams hit the crotch. It was odd that I could see the floor through the seam, I thought to myself. Oh, wait a second...

     Yes, it's true. My favorite skinny jeans, who had survived through my baptism, who had braved freshman year with me, who had seen so many dramatic and significant moments in my life, RIPPED.

     While the loss of a great piece of wardrobe was looming in those shreading fibers, all I could think about was the prospect of exposing my undies to a bunch of hot sheek geek singers. I was the epitome of mortified.

     

     I had to do something. It wasn't noticeable, exactly...but it could grow, especially if I forgot and did some great leap or ran to catch up with some preppy bass.

     After much debate, I ran into the auditorium to grab my clothes, made an embarrassing exit, and finally fled to a bathroom stall to rip (further) my jeans off. The alternative was...yeah, you guessed it...

     LEGGINGS

     So either it was

     1. Be sloppy and expose a ridiculous part of the body.

    or

     2. Be slutty and wear comfy, non-ripped leggings.

     Sigh.

     I chose number two.

     So this was a rather pointless post. A terrible first official post, actually...

     But isn't that what this is for? Venting?

     Anyway, take my advice and wear something you know is secure and safe to a place where stress is already running high.

    

     Well, I didn't pick up any sheek geeks or make any true friends at District Choir...what I DID do is ruin my fav pair of jeans, pick up a STALKER (who's growing on me), and cry singing "Ave Maria."

    

     That's typical Addie stuff, right there. :)

     Welcome to my life.