The Eternal Search For The Perfect Jeans
Some people dedicate their lives to helping others, some to bettering themselves; I’ve opted for an altogether shallower route. I seem to have spent an exorbitant amount of my life searching for the perfect pair of jeans. I’ve dabbled with cords, chinos and combat pants but you can’t beat a bit of denim. It’s the one item of clothing I couldn’t do without, I feel naked without them.
The perfect pair of jeans is relative to the era; as a fashion conscious tween it was all about finding a pair so tight that they would cut off the circulation to the lower half of the body. As a moody teen the perfect pair would sit somewhere between the hips and knees, the more boxer short on display the better seemed to be the rule. In my 20’s I cleaned up my act and favoured a smart boot cut and suspect that in doing so I looked a bit of a tosser.
The search for the perfect pair of jeans is a vicious cycle that knows no ends. Upon finding ‘the pair’ I will then proceed to wear them day in day out until they develop a large hole, usually around the crotch, that has me crossing my legs awkwardly in social situations.
These days my vision of the perfect pair is a slightly worn around the knees with a relaxed fit; something that allows breathing room for a hefty breakfast and this morning I found them. The Denim Gods were smiling down on me, the only pair left and they had my kind of numbers; 33W 34L. They say that you know when you meet the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with and I think the same is true of jeans. I will now wear and wash these jeans until they are threadbare at which point the eternal search for the perfect pair of jeans, my holy grail, will resume.
Could you do without jeans? How do you like your jeans? Do you ever feel like your life has been reduced to an eternal search for the perfect pair of jeans? What item of clothing could you not do without?