True Remorse
Thursday, June 11, 2009 by Karla North

A sign of a changing economy…. I have buyer’s remorse. The worst part about it is that I am regretting buying something that I actually NEED.
My last 2 favorite pairs of jeans have both met untimely ends within the past 2 weeks due to ripping. Why must it be so?? Just as soon as you have reached that point after many faithful wears that your jeans reach the perfect softness with the perfect fading – yes, the perfect wash of your designer denim DOES get better over time, when BAM… You are getting ready for work one morning, you bend down and hear that gut wrenching RRRRIIIIIPPPPPP. And just like that, a pair of jeans comes to an end. It’s upsetting enough that your favorite jeans are now over and done with, but then you have to consider – is it my fault?? Did I let my thighs get too big?
Which brings me to today…. Down to one pair of jeans (ok, ok so I have more than 1 pair, but let’s face it – some jeans are for emergencies only) I had one mission to accomplish during my lunch break. FIND A NEW PAIR OF JEANS. I had even set a budget. Well, kind of. I knew I didn’t want to spend more than $200, preferably around $150. Easy enough. I know what you are thinking, and NO I did not break my budget. I found a pair of jeans that I love that are very comfy and flattering (if I do say so myself). I debated for what seemed like forever in the dressing room on whether or not to get the jeans. I decided YES, I will get them and walked out of the dressing room feeling confident about my soon to be purchase. Once out in the open store I promptly flip-flopped and just as I was turning to put the jeans back and slink unnoticed out of the store I was approached by a very intimidating petite brunette in a lovely lilac colored Gypsy 05 maxi dress. A sales associate. “How did those work out for you?” “Great!” I say and head to the counter to buy the damn jeans and get the hell out of the store.
I could return them I suppose or sell them on Ebay, but the fact is they are cute and I DO need them. What’s a girl to do?




