I was visiting 3 of our fitness centers in one day last week. Suprise visit! I love those! I walk in to club #1 and I was walking around inspecting the cleanliness. We have mirrors that line the walls in our free weight area and I almost feel like I'm following myself as I walk by wall after wall of mirrors. So, as I am following myself around in the mirrors I notice that my jeans are so yesterday! I was horrified. My favorite two pairs of jeans were terribly wrinkled in the laundry basket waiting to be folded, so I donned on an old favorite. The length was all wrong, the knees faded, the tapered cut unflattering. UGH!
I did not call my husband and ask if I could go buy a pair of expensive jeans. He did not say,
Sure, if they look good on your butt.I did not high-tail it off to my favorite women's boutique, Audie Mechel, that was conveniently located on the way to the next club. Luckily, the fashion savvy owner was in and we picked out a huge stack of jeans for me to try on. 30 minutes later, she cut the tags off and rang me up, and out I walked, looking fashion savvy myself, in my new expensive jeans. When I called to update my husband, I did not learn that "expensive jeans" need to be defined to husbands! I really did not do all of that, because that would be too vain of me!