Not be confused with the 'genes' debate, which would probably be a much more intelligent conversation.
The jeans debate is both an internal struggle and has been a sore spot in our marriage more than once.
In college, I was a jeans whore (hey, better than the alternative), if you will. Willing to drop entire paychecks on a new pair of designer jeans - and to date, they have been some of my best purchases. The fit, the smell, the wash, the pockets. Retail therapy at it's finest.
And then...I got married. And the great debate began:
"There is NO way we are paying upwards of a couple hundred dollars for a pair of jeans when you can get an equally nice pair (make that pairs) for a fraction of the cost", he prods her.
A little squrimish, I have always shot back with several lines about the quality (even though I have never had any of my other jeans literally "fall apart" either) and the way that they wash (turn all jeans inside out and they all wash the same in my opinion) and the how long they last (I think a pair of Old Navy jeans may be my longest running pair in fact). But nothing really holds a candle to my reasoning that they really do make you feel different. This is where I usually spend the most of my argument. Trying to describe the actual sensation that a pair of reallygood jeans can provide and the way in which they make the swing in your step more pronounced. And, this is where I usually lose the debate. I mean, it's basically like saying that once jeans reach 'x' number of dollars, they are magical. They can make tears go away and self esteem rise to new heights - truly denim superheros. Nevertheless, I never win his vote.
In reality, he has won mine.
I finally get it. The thought of spending a small fortune for a pair of jeans is ridiculous and just not necessary. I've realized that no one can tell the difference between $20 jeans and $200, nor would they care if they could.
Something about Chris's voice whispering in my ear every time I shop, having a mortgage, a car payment and being cautious about my job in this turbulent economy have all influenced my jean purchasing habits in the past few years. My last pairs of jeans were either purchased at the outlets or on a promotion from the gap - and I really do like them. No complaints here.
So imagine how sheepish I feel at the fact that I am now the owner of a pair of MATERNITY (perhaps worse than their counterpart because of the length of time in which you can wear them) seven jeans.
No discounts, no bargain shopping and I didn't purchase them online. They're brand spakin' new. What's worse? I am in love with them. I haven't even worn them yet - that's how much I love them. I want to preserve their newness for as long as possible. I have already taken them out of the closet several times to admire them and to smell their newness, but won't put them on unless it's a special occasion. It's pathetic, really.
What happened to the rational, financially responsible Tiffany of yesterday, you ask? I'm not entirely sure. Nor do I want to recap the moments leading up to the internal outburst, "I need a pair of magic denim!" This after a day of being very blue. I kept my outburst in check as I explained to Chris my need for a new, magical (aka beyond our denim budget), pair of jeans. I was totally prepared to be shot down.
And then he did something magical. He agreed to the jeans splurge on just a few simple terms: I am to never complain about anything so stupid ever, ever again and I would go and sit with him patiently while he drank green beer with his buddies this weekend for St. Patrick's Day. Deal.
I think he really had a moment of, "pick your battles", when he looked into my eyes on this one. An emotional, frumpy mess, close to tears and ready to burst. I don't think it was a battle in which he was up to fighting. And he saw that I was...
He even went with me to get the jeans and waited for almost an hour while I found the perfect ones. My husband is a great guy for so many reasons - and he still would have been great even if he would have talked me off the jeans ledge. But this weekend, he didn't, and for that I love him even a little bit more.
Hope you all had a good weekend!