Come hell or high water or high-waisted jeans
Anyone who knows me can tell you that I’m not exactly on the cutting edge of fashion.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m not BEHIND the times. I’m not wearing shoulder pads or anything. I know how to dress myself and my slightly complicated figure. I splurge on good denim, accentuate the positives, and know when to belt a dress. When I actually try, I can put together a somewhat decent outfit.
But most of the time, I don’t really take fashion risks. I like my tried-and-trues.
So on Saturday, when Ashley and I were at Anthropologie and she convinced me not only to try on but subsequently drive home with a pair of high-waisted jeans, I was shocked.
And when we got back to the house and my brother immediately brought up Steve Urkel, and then taught my nephews how to taunt me with the classic Urkel line, “Did I do that?” needless to say, my confidence was shaken. But then I remembered that my brother isn’t exactly rocking the fashion world himself (sorry, Jeremy).
So I put on the new jeans, and headed out for dinner and drinks – looking no less than 7 feet tall, I might add.
But I left the tags on, just in case. (I know – go ahead. Judge.)
So what say you, my little sweeties? Yay or nay on the high-waisted jeans?