The Great Jean Debate

I know, another post about jeans. This is part venting too.
Anyway, I have been searching for jeans lately. I have two pairs that fit, one of which is a little short. I have another pair that is a size too big, but still fairly new and in good shape so I wear it about as often as the other two. So, in essence 3 pairs, with only one being close to perfect. Not counting, the old, faded, ripped, 2 or 3 sizes too big jeans that I bought in high school and college (which I usually wear to my nanny job, to save my nicer ones from the filth that can sometimes be childcare).

That's not enough jeans, right? I feel like if I had more, I would wash each pair fewer times and they would in turn last longer. Right?

OK, so, I've been on the hunt for new ones but my problem has been that I want them to be cheap. And I mean cheap. Long story short, I have discovered that cheap jeans just don't fit well.

I have in the past been of the mindset that paying over $90 for jeans is ridiculous. I know, every fashionista would probably laugh at me, but you have to remember that I was the anti-fashion for a long time. So now I am thinking that someday (someday) designer jeans just may be a worthwhile investment. Because I am really, really, really tired of striking out on jeans and buying jeans that don't fit well. And seriously, jeans should be comfortable and I/we wear jeans all the time. They are a wardrobe staple, a go-to item, can these days be dressed up or down. It makes sense to invest in a great pair (or two or three).

So that's my goal. Someday I will have designer jeans.

There's Always Something

There's always something to want (or need, depending on your perspective). I suppose that is one reason I have this blog. To write about the wants and needs and just sort of get it out of my system so I wouldn't think about it too much. And also just to post pretty things I like I guess.
When I gave the curious loved ones ideas of what I could use for Christmas, I was done at that time. I had just gone major shopping recently and got a few new tops, pants, and even a rug for my living room. So at that time I felt like there really wasn't much that I needed or even wanted. So I came up with a few things I liked, a few affordable little things. Lip gloss, gel blush, a necklace (under $30), oh I don't know.

But now that winter is here, I keep thinking of stuff I should have asked for instead. Some of those warm essentials that I posted a few posts ago. Some warmer skirts, woolly socks, cashmere, a new coat. I just keep thinking of things. It's terrible and I hate that I am so materialistic. I wasn't always this way. I think part of it is that I really can't buy things unless we need them. And even then we can't afford some things. I mentioned that my puffy jacket is no longer puffy and warm because it was low quality to begin with. But I really don't think we could afford to get me a new puffy down jacket. If it's beyond the basic food and shelter and car maintenance, we really cannot justify it.
Another part of my problem is that I have too much time on my hands. Time to care about fashion and cute things. I am done with school and I finished the internship I was doing and I'm in that awkward in between stage where I don't feel like I can get a job and then immediately ask for ten days off at Christmas time (we are spending a long time at my in-laws this year).

Anyway, that has sort of been on my mind for a while. Especially at this time of year when I am reminded of my faith and the real things that I believe in at Christmas time. I know I have been given and blessed with so much. I know we are lucky to have enough for our needs. We are lucky that my husband does have a good job and that he is able to work during law school. I am grateful that we are even able to travel to see our families at Christmas this year. Heck, I am just grateful that we have happy family relationships.

I'm Reaching a Point

I have begun dreaming about hanging out with people. Like, not day-dreaming/wishful thinking. My subconscious, when I sleep - I am having dreams about socializing with people. One night, Michael Phelps was there, believe it or not. And yes, he was fully clothed. Another time, I dreamed I was hanging out with some people from my high school, whom I really haven't spoken to in ages.
I am a widow to my husband's law program. Did I mention this already? Hmmm... Well, he works during the day and goes to school at night. So I am bored and lonely. Anytime I get a chance to hang out with him, I talk his ear off. I cannot stop chatting. I just go most days without saying much to anyone.
Today I spent some time with a few girls and was surprised by how much I talked, especially for having met one girl once, one girl twice, and the other never before.