In high school, I was a straight up denim ho’. I had more than twenty pairs, all snagged from discount bins and sale racks and they all almost fit but always somehow fell short. One pair gave me a terrible womb pooch (ladies, you know what I’m talking about), another was too wide in the thigh, more than a few sat way too low on my hips or were constructed with the dregs of the denim circuit. But come college, I had jean fatigue. I was done.
Now, I own five pairs: a boyfriend-fit from Madewell, a darkwash skinny from Uniqlo, a cropped black zippered pair from Gap, a impulse-buy stonewashed pair from H&M and a wide legged high-waisted cobalt blue J brand jean.
That’s it. I didn’t spend an inordinate amount of money on them, but I made sure they all fit me to a T (that means I got most of them tailored), and that the quality was there.
However, my philosophy doesn’t extend to my skirts. Most of my skirts are ripped, too big, have funky stains or are the wrong length. But skirts, unlike pants, can be tucked and draped and worn as shirts and capes and high up on your waist or slug low on your hips. This particular orange accordion skirt is fraying on the bottoms, has a ripped lining. But, OM NOM NOM—I love the thing to death. :)