A really long, sad, and totally pointless story of a pair of jeans

There are very few things that I'm passionate about and oddly enough, a good pair of jeans is one of them.  So is procrastination, which is another reason for the sudden resurrection of a blog that's been neglected for almost a year.  There's a whole lot to do around here and I needed a good reason to sit at the computer. Besides, this story is too long for a FB status. 

It all started 3 months ago, while on vacation, when I reluctantly followed my husband into his favorite store at the outlet mall in Lincoln City, The Levi Store.  Now, for a chubbified, wide hipped lady like myself, Levi's have never really been my thing.  Or so I thought.  Once in the store, I couldn't help but run my hands along the racks of denim, whilst day dreaming of the day that I could in fact take a pair of Levi's off the shelf and actually wear them.  This seemed like a semi-realistic goal at the time since I was nearing the third week of  a pretty diligent and effective feeling exercise routine.  I got a little cocky at this point and thought, what the heck, I should just try on  a pair and see how close I am to my "one size smaller" goal (I don't dream big around here).  So, after perusing the racks and shelves, I noticed a section advertising the "Curve ID" styles and grabbed a pair expecting a good laugh.  I joined my kids and my husband in the largest dressing room they had and managed to quickly try them on while yelling at Carson to stop climbing under the door.  To my surprise, the fit was amazing.  I stared in shock as I realized that these were the best jeans I had tried on in years.  Seriously, years.  Like more than 10.  And then the laugh came as I glanced at the price tag.  Now, to some people $70 for a pair of jeans is probably normal but to a mom of three, on vacation, I just couldn't justify it.  I hadn't paid that much for jeans since before I was married, which is probably why I hadn't found a pair I loved in that long.  Jason agreed that they were a pretty excellent pair of jeans which started the panic and dread as I realized they weren't coming home with me. It was the beginning of summer, mid vacation, I was still hoping to be 'one size smaller' by the time the weather cooled enough to wear jeans and they were $70.  No matter what Jason said, I couldn't do it.  We left the store.

We went back a few days later.  I tried them on again.  Still in love.  At this point, I decided my best move was to note the style, size, etc. of the miracle made of denim, and move on.  I stole the tag off the pair and asked the ladies at the register to write down all the info I would need in case we suddenly fell into a large pool of money any time in the future, I even asked what stores might carry them locally, just in case.  I subscribed to emails through Levis.com and hoped for a killer sale.  Which brings us to today.  Jean weather is upon us and I'm loving it.  Knee high socks, a pair of boots, jeans and a sweater are my comfort clothes.  And in my inbox?  An email advertising 30% of Levi's, online only.  Now, I'm no where near having $70 for a pair of jeans but I enjoy torturing myself and I'm in currently a practicing procrastinator, so I decided to check out the selection on line just to see.  I was overwhelmed with all the style choices.  I couldn't remember exactly what pair it was that I loved.  Was it the slight curve or bold curve?  Were they actually a number? Maybe 512's or  518's?  Everything sounded vaguely familiar so I went in search of the stolen tag and hand written information and found nothing.  I have nothing.  Which won't surprise anyone that knows me since I loose 3-4 debit cards a year, and may or may not be currently missing my driver's license.  I'm so depressed.  I have no information on the pair of jeans I can't afford to buy and probably don't even fit into anymore since the exercising ended the same week vacation started.  And I'm depressed. 

I think the only thing that can cure me is showering, getting a sitter, and driving to the mall, to search through stores I never shop in, to search for a pair of jeans that I remember very little about and can't afford right now (that the ladies said may not be available in any stores here), just to see if I can find them again.  Then I'd top of the frustration of  moneyless shopping, and depression of maybe finding them, maybe not, with an over priced, over fattening treat of some sort, just to make myself feel better. 

Just because I love good jeans that much.  Anyone want to go with me?