Rose-colored jeans were the last thing on my wish list when I strolled into Blue Jeans Bar during a recent trip to The Marina. Truth be told, I only ended up at BJB because my husband has a penchant for colorful socks and disappeared. As I walked inside to search for him, my eyes became fixated on a vibrant pair of dusty rose jeans and I knew it was time to play ‘dress up’.
While ‘dress up’ went well, there was one issue which prevented my denim affair from materializing: The jeans were like a corset on my thighs. “Those look fantastic!” said the owner of Henry and Belle, nodding approvingly from the middle of the store. He continued, “That is exactly the way I intended them to look.” (note: These jeans were so tight, you could squint and see my ovaries.) Regardless, I wasn’t going to argue with the owner! Sold. (hashtag, vain)
