I was at a multi brand outlet yesterday looking for some. Shopping for jeans always used to be such a regular affair. There were basically 2-3 styles. So one walked into an outlet, asked for a couple of styles in one’s waist size, tried them on, checked out butt, and walked away happy.
Not so anymore. One is dazzled with the array of shelves and shelves of bootcut, regular fit, comfort fit, relaxed fit, skinny jeans, jeweled jeans, cropped jeans…. However, in all this delicious vastness, I see only one problem. They are all ‘low rise’. Low Rise for those not in the know ( I wonder if any such people exist) are jeans which are dangerously low on the waist. Very sexy…until you sit down. I have not and never will be able to figure out this complete acceptance of low rise jeans by junta without batting an eyelid. I mean, come on people….your butt shows. It’s a yuck sight.
I eyed the shelves very doubtfully and wailed to the sales boy “ But I want regular fits in high rise.” I received a rather – here comes an absolute not with it aunty – kinda look. He scanned the shelves and said “ I have a mid rise, why don’t you try that?” Mid Rise? I mean, they sound like such an apology.
Left with no choice and in complete lack of decent jeans and the time to buy them in, I trotted into the trial room. After much huffing and puffing which seems to be the perpetual norm with me when in a trial room, I struggled into the jeans. I was still doubtful. So I peeked out of the room and asked the assistant hovering around to get me a stool. After a faintly puzzled look, I got one. I proceeded to sit on the stool.
Nah. My hunt for high rise jeans is on.