Who knew that finding white jeans would be such an impossible feat. Not I, that’s for sure. I had my eyes on the white Citizens of Humanity Rockets for the longest time and I was certain that they would be my forever pair of white jeans. I could just envision us, hand in hand (thigh in pant), taking long walks on the beach, hiking through malls, accompanying all my pastel tops, making me look hella tan and not at all like the ghost we all know I am. But then I tried on that beloved pair of crisp, white denim (that rang up to an outrageous $308) and boy oh boy, we were not soul mates. Soul mates don’t make your thighs look chunky or expose your hot pink undies to the unsuspecting world. Soul mates should stick by your side (but not too close to your side) to leave an air of mystery, they should be a solid enough of a white (not racist, I swear) to not expose your underwear of the day (#UOTD) and most importantly, they should make you be the best you that you can be.
Did I really just personify my jeans? I have issues. My shopping addiction has left me truly unstable in this wild world. But not all is lost, doncha worry. Even though those Citizens jeans broke my poor, fragile heart, I have finally found a pair of white jeans that didn’t break the bank nor did they make me cry at my reflection (in horror, not happiness). These jeans are from the marvellous Zara (which actually ain’t so marvellous). For someone who shops at Zara 24/7 and whose closet is 90% Zara, I sure hate that store. The mess, the customer service, the cheap quality, the headache that results from every outing there. It all makes me absolutely despise that store. And yet, I still visit them once a week and surf their online site daily to ensure I’m not missing out on any new arrivals. It’s truly a love-hate relationship.
But these jeans. They’re great okay. Sure, they look freaking adorable on with their cropped length and slight distressing and sure, that flower embroidery matches all my tops perfectly but there’s one major problem that just rattles my bones. Zara jeans stretch out like crazy. I purposely bought these jeans a size smaller (I’m definitely not usually a size zero) and I couldn’t breathe in them for the first 36 hours (fashion is pain folks). But then I regained my breath and the jeans decided to stretch out four sizes (slight exaggeration, they’re more like a size 4 now). Now they match all of my other Zara jeans that have stretched out and they are soon to be unwearable. I. Love. Zara. Soon I’m just going to have to start shopping in the kids section at Zara so that when those jeans stretch out, they might just fit me. That was funny.
I also like that I called this post Trenchin’ and yet I didn’t talk about my trench coat once. That’s click bait for all y’all. I hope it really caught your attention and then you were sucked in by my first world problems of finding white jeans. I know, I’m absolutely intriguing.
