Absentdaughter and I both wear jeans a lot of the time. I have about 12 pairs of boot-cut jeans from Next that are not yet worn out. She wears a variety of different styles and, indeed different colours. (Mine are all "denim blue" even if they contain a small percentage of elastane.)
This afternoon I was doing absentdaughter's ironing. Don't tell me off – it's one of things I do to help her with her six children to make life a bit easier. I actually hate ironing. Anyway, I thought I might try on one of her pairs of skinny jeans and see what I look like.
We are both about 5 feet 9 inches tall, but she had a baby nearly three months ago so she is currently a size 12. I wear a size 8 but I think I am really a size 6; however, I am past that bit where you lie flat on the floor and pull up the zip with a bootlace threaded through the puller.
I thought her jeans looked quite nice on me – I have to say that my legs are my one good physical quality, still dancer's legs; everything else about me is pretty much rubbish. So I asked Mr absent what he thought. WRONG! He didn't even look before dismissing the idea with a bit of force, telling me that he has never liked skinny jeans and they just look like tights.
I think I shall stroll over to Richmond Mall tomorrow and buy a couple of pairs. How long before he notices?
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