Jean Genie
Since when has shopping for jeans become so easy? I walked into the changing rooms at New Look today in a dejected fashion with four pairs of jeans over my arm. I was dejected because I hate jeans shopping. It takes at least three long, tedious hours until I have found a pair which are the right size, length and cut.
(Although I had four jeans over my arm, three were the same, but in different sizes. WHY did I take three of the same pair in? Why?!)
Two minutes later, I ambled out grinning vaguely into the air and at the baffled sales assistant. Yes, one of the four pairs fitted!
This must surely be a miracle. Even more miraculous is that I didn't have to pay. Yep, that's right. With the same dreamy expression on my face I ambled right out of the shop with the fitting pair of jeans on my legs. I dodged the bleeping machines, and made a run for it...
No. My mother paid. Thank you.
(Although I had four jeans over my arm, three were the same, but in different sizes. WHY did I take three of the same pair in? Why?!)
Two minutes later, I ambled out grinning vaguely into the air and at the baffled sales assistant. Yes, one of the four pairs fitted!
This must surely be a miracle. Even more miraculous is that I didn't have to pay. Yep, that's right. With the same dreamy expression on my face I ambled right out of the shop with the fitting pair of jeans on my legs. I dodged the bleeping machines, and made a run for it...
No. My mother paid. Thank you.
kiwiqueen - 30. Jun, 19:54
