It’s official! Skinny jeans are out. How do I know? I just bought a pair.
It’s taken me years to get on board this particular fashion bandwagon, mainly because I like my jeans to wear out before I replace them.
So, while my faithful bootlegs have hung in there, I’ve studiously ignored the skinny-legged stylings of all those around me.
That was until a fateful day one week ago when a breeze at knee height caught my attention. A hole! At last I had an excuse to go shopping.
It took some convincing on the part of the sales assistant but I finally broke the habit of the last three years and traded those bootlegs for skinny jeans. And yesterday, I wore them for the first time.
I can’t say it was a particularly pleasant experience. It reminded me of my very first training bra and that awful strangling sensation that persists until you get changed or get over it.
I found myself wondering if the air force could make use of skinny jeans to deal with all those extra G-forces you hear about. No more fancy pressure suits. Just wear skinny jeans!
Until I hear back from the defence force I will continue my own skinny jean trial knowing full well that the trend will probably end next week and my jeans will end up being filed alongside the shrug that I bought too late, the ra-ra skirt I coveted for months on end, the scrunchies I saw too much of and the hyper-colour t-shirt that lasted one wash (but I never could bring myself to throw away).
Now, you’ll have to excuse me while I go and loosen these jeans and take a deep breath.