Those Dumb Jeans in These Foolish Things

Good Thursday morning. I can’t believe we are already nine days into February and my new job will start in less than a week. This has been a looonngg, drawn out Funemployment, hasn’t it? I was hoping to be able to spend a good several days just getting in the mindset of working again, but now I’ve got guests coming starting tomorrow until Tuesday (Wednesday is Day 1).

So my friend Wen will come tomorrow around dinnertime and will stay until Sunday afternoon. Then my parents will get here late Sunday afternoon and stay until Tuesday. I’m excited to show them my new place (The Place), but I honestly don’t know about showing them around the town because I don’t KNOW IT!

I’ve spent all my time over the last three weeks either unpacking, gathering supplies needed at Lowe’s, Walmart and the grocery store, driving back and forth from [Ylime}’s place, vet appointments, and to the shopping area trying to replace my disintegrated Zara jeans.

Hahah. The Zara jeans story is kinda funny, but kinda not. Back in December, I finally found a pair of wide leg jeans that look decent on my body and don’t look too much like mom jeans. You know the style - it’s the latest denim silhouette that Gen Z wears and it’s trickled up to us Olds and it’s that comfortable, almost baggy style, right? And I found a pair at Zara and purchased them and then immediately packed them for my move.

And I found them as I was unpacking and decided to wear them one day last week. Have you noticed that now many apparel brands put in those super crinkly, paper-like sew-in tags that have the dotted line on them which indicate that you’re supposed to cut the tags out? So I did. No biggie. I was wearing them and went on my day.

Every once in a while I’d catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and then I’d try to shift them on my body to get them to sit just so on my hips. At one point, I pulled on one of the back pockets and I heard and felt a tiny rip at the corner. Ughh.

Later I went to the bathroom and the button popped right off the waistband! These jeans are NOT tight or anything. I didn’t pull - it just came right off in my hands.

So I took them off and noticed a HOLE in the crotch!

Defective baggy jeans. WTF.

But did you know that you can’t return the jeans if you don’t have the freaking crinkly paper tags still inside your clothes? Like, how are you supposed to wear this stuff?

Long story that I don’t really want to get into, but it took TWO visits to this Zara store and I still couldn’t return them. The first visit, the store manager said I needed the receipt, so I had to call customer service to get them to email me the receipt (they couldn’t do it right then and there), and when I came back, they told me that since I’d cut the tags out they still couldn’t take them back - even as damaged goods!

So now I don’t have any wide leg jeans anymore. Well, I DO, but they are defective and what do I do with them??

And now I’ve spent all this time writing about those dumb jeans.

Martini got her first canine influenza vaccine yesterday and she was coughing a little bit in the middle of the night. Of course, my mind went crazy thinking that she was having a reaction to the vaccine that I was looking up emergency veterinarians that are open 24/7 just in case. It’s so strange being in a totally NEW place, not knowing some of the most basic things about my surroundings.

I was supposed to meet a friend for coffee this morning but she canceled last night so I can now spend my day doing some of the last unpacking, getting the guest bedroom together and putting artwork in the areas where I think I want to hang them.

I’m going to try to get a haircut tomorrow. I don’t have a hairstylist here and my style right now is super simple, so it looks like a Great Clips haircut for me at this point. I’ve gotten them before in this Funemployment time, and once again, if you tell anyone I’ll deny it! But these cuts have turned out exactly as I’ve wanted them.

And then I need to stock the fridge for guests.

It’s all coming together - finally!

XO,
GS