I’m a jeans girl. I don’t often find jeans that I like or that fit me just as I want them to, but when I do, I wear them until the bitter, worn seams, fraying, faded, torn at the crotch end.
When we got to Australia in January, I sadly waved goodbye to wearing jeans. In 30+ degree heat (30 was a cool day…), who could stand to wear denim?! I think I tried to wear them once, managing to pull them up to my knee before I threw them off and turned the aircon on. I spent my time travelling in bikinis, skirts and shorts, sporting a shaving rash and wondering when the next time I could get away with an outfit that went to my ankle would be.
It must have been around June when I could finally put jeans on again. My legs felt strange in them, my skin not used to the feel of material touching it, but I was elated to be wearing jeans, not just because it meant I could get away with not shaving every day.
There’s just something so easy about jeans. Fair enough, finding the perfect pair is like finding a romantic comedy that you can’t guess the ending to, but when you find the one, you find the one. Those jeans become your life. You don’t really have to think about styling because they go with everything. You can dress them up or down, roll them up at the hem, cut into the knee, pair them with boots, heels, sandals… anything you throw at them, they can take. Dresses can be overdressed, skirts often blow up in the wind and shorts have a habit of making me look like my bum is even flatter than it actually is. But jeans? Throw a pair of them on with a t-shirt and I’m good to go!
It’s getting to the time where I will have to say goodbye to my jeans once more. If I’m honest, it’s been getting to that time for a few weeks now but I have powered through, committing to the denim and trying to be okay with inevitable drowning in sweat look.
But I think the time has come for me to reluctantly concede and put my jeans away for good for the next few months now. I know that in Australia people expect people to be warm, but I think the sight of my red, sweaty face at a bus stop is becoming too much for people to handle.
So I guess it’s time to go back to shaving, to wondering if I can ‘get away’ with the regrowth that day. I guess I’ll have to look at my wardrobe a little more carefully and actually take time to pick an outfit rather than pull out the first t-shirt my hands can find. Maybe I’ll discover a new love for dresses or find that I actually suit jumpsuits. This summer could be my time for style reinvention!
But I promise you, as soon as the temperature drops even just a little bit, I’ll have those jeans on in a flash. I look forward to that moment already!