Like all good challenges, there’s an element of difficulty, discipline and dedication. It’s not going to be easy to blog everyday. I have a hard enough time blogging two times a week, but that is why it’s a challenge. However, I know that in end, it will be worthwhile. Not only because there are great writing prizes given away to the teachers, but I will have accomplished this with other writers from all over the world. Also, I will be practicing and improving my own writing craft. On that note, here is my slice of life for today.
Do A Lil Dance
I eyed the two skirts and two pairs of pants hanging next to me in the tiny forever 21 fitting room. I decided to try on the stonewashed ash colored skinny jeans. Feeling lazy, I decided keep my black leggings. The jeans should fit over the leggings. I slipped my right leg into the pants, it made it up past the calf. It wasn’t going to move any further. I took them off. I took the leggings off. I started all over again.
My second attempt. I slid the jeans on my right leg first. Then, I slowly pulled them up. It was obviously the leggings I were wearing that was problematic, not the size of my legs, nor the size of the jeans.
I slid my left leg through the jeans. And slowly I began to pull them higher and higher until the jeans reached my hips. I stopped. It was time to do the dance. If you are a female you know what I’m talking about. You wiggle a little to the left, then to the right. You hop on one foot then the other. You shimmey your bottom as you carefully squeeze the denim on top. Then you suck in and hold your breath as you gently zip up the zipper and pray that the button fastens. Then you smile.
My fashion friend told me the rule is to buy jeans that are really tight when you try them on because they start to loosen. Then you have the perfect fit after you “break them” in after a few wears.
The jeans didn’t make it pass the hips. I tried on the next pair of jeans. These actually fit and no dance was needed. However, I decided that I didn’t need another pair of jeans. Maybe next time, when I’m feeling a little more 21.