venturing out of the shed...

yesterday i ventured forth on a mission,

a mission long overdue and put off for the longest time.

and what may that mission be i hear you ask.

well the mission of buying a pair of jeans...

~ pause ~

yes, worthy of a pause as folks across the land,

gasp, inhale and then exhale with a nod of understanding.

i have two criteria when it comes to jeans,

they are always worn with a frock or smock 'a top'

and they must be able to 'do up'.

the former is not a problemo due to a closet full of frocks

but the later over the past few years is.

i only had 3 pairs in my closet,

2 stopped being my fine friends at 41 and 3/4's year of age

and the last pair, 

the used to be 'loosey goosy, needing a belt pair'

well since turning 43 we have not been on the best terms.

as most do in my circumstances,
 i have looked around for others to blame,

namely Mrs W. Machine and Miss T. Dryer

but when i have looked around, in doing so

i can no longer deny the growing derriere

that has latched itself behind.

so on Monday i bravely went out,

now please note, i do not live in the epicenter of denim fashion.

i am quite sure if i caught the bus 

and headed to the heart of the big city.

it may be a little different.

however i did not wish to catch a bus

so i stayed closer to home.

home where you have the choice of teen jeans

with interesting faded areas and quite a bit of bling

and on close inspection, a lot of lycra.

now in my experience jeans with lycra

do not do. 

or i could cross over the walk way into the 'mom jeans' department

where i become really frightened and out of my depth.

after wandering around not knowing where to look,

i stumbled into the lads department.

i started to note, firstly,

lads 'washes' of jeans are far far preferable

and secondly,

they do not have to deal with bling or lycra.

i chanced upon a pair with a nice 'ordinary' wash

and dared to try.

new 'lads' jeans in ordinary wash, but look dodgy in this photo, i am blaming Ivor 

on driving home to my shed, 

my newly 'dared to try' jeans next to me on the seat

i wondered if 43 is not only the age where your derriere starts to spread

but also if its the age you start to go into changing rooms

and decide if the item 'does up' without causing discomfort

then it 'will do' and promptly buy it

without any care how it actually looks.

i told myself, (to calm my fretting ways).
i have not crossed this line, no sirree!

instead i will believe

 my 'lad' jeans are perfectly edgy bohemian

when worn 'rolled' with a frock and clogs.

to encourage my 'lad' jeans to give off this appearance

i added a decal to my well worn silver clogs.
(when i decal something, i always feel better)

and this morning as i tippity tap this tale,
clothed in 'lad' jeans, frock & decal~ed clogs
i have also added to my attire
my rose coloured specs
(they come with a life long guarantee and never fail me)

Tif