Bohemian Bluestocking

God, I love my new jeans! I got a new pair last week, after a fashion meltdown, bewailing the moment when I realized I needed new clothes. I go to Lane Bryant, because I am zaftig, amd to be honest, I am tired of buying my jeans at Sprawl-Mart.

The don't gap at the small of back. It's a miracle. And they are TWO sizes smaller than I expected, because I am a very curvy girl. (I guess. That's what the jeans say. They talk to me and say -- cathee, you're a curvy girl, go two sizes smaller than you were thinking.)

The only problem, of course they is a problem, but a small one(s): They are 2 inches too long, easily hemmed. And they are bootcut, but a bootcut verging into flares. I narrowed the leg from the knee down, grading from nothing to 2 inches at the cuff, so they look more traditional bootcut, slightly wider than straight-leg.

In addition to fixing my jeans, I was able to finish up the two grocery bags and now I have a coordinating set of three to take to StopNShop.