Secret Life of Me

all ladies know of the leprechaun-pot-of-gold that is the well fitting pair of jeans. they are impossible to find, but once found are worn until, like my favorite pair most recently did, they fall to pieces. i tried to replace them when i happened upon a store that is known for it’s denim, i’ll call them kneevi’s, and it was a disaster. i found a pair that fit well enough, but the color was horrible, and to my surprise the fabric was really low quality. but they only cost 30 dollars, so in a pinch i bought them. as suspected, they turned out to be horrible. i have officially dubbed them “the middle-aged jeans”. they look exactly like they belong on a middle-aged sort of washed-up suburban house wife who only wears them with a ratty sweatshirt and house slippers. it didn’t matter what i put with them.
fast forward to today: i finally gave up on the “middle-aged jeans” and decided to search anew. and at my favorite place for denim, a store named after my nemesis, i found them. the perfect fit, perfect length, perfect color definitely not “middle-aged jeans” jeans. so i bought two pairs. you know how some people store cans of beans and jugs of water in their basement in case of tsunami/apocalypse/judgment day/whatever? well, i don’t have a basement, but if i did it would be full of these jeans.
i have also decided that to overcome the jeans dilemma all together, i should find a decent pattern and make my own. the problem is that most jeans patterns don’t end up looking like RTW (ready to wear) clothes. you can almost always tell that they are homemade. at least i thought that until yesterday, when one of my regular sewing bloggers announced that she had found a great jeans pattern that actually looks like RTW jeans, and posted pictures of her final product for proof. of course, i have ordered said pattern and now all i have to do is find the right denim to make them from. all projects for my rapidly filling up summer.