I've always been pretty
Every once in a while, I buy something that is outside of my comfort zone. Or some well-intentioned person gifts me out of my comfort zone with a bright-red fuzzy coat. A silk sundress with a vibrant pattern. A pair of ballet flats in snakeskin-embossed metallic lavender. Most of the time this stuff languishes in the back of my closet before being sucked into the black hole known as "the Goodwill-bound hefty bag," but I am working on it.
Enter the green jeans. I was lurking on Myg's Pinterest page a few weeks ago, coveting the things that a person with some sense of actual style has flagged as cool, when I saw them...
Me some, please!
I'd been considering a pair of red jeans for while, and the green just seemed so...fresh. Maybe it's a spring thing - they just looked right to me. Like they were exactly the dose of color I needed to wrest me out of my winter blahs. I hemmed and hawed and pestered Myg for a while about the possibility of taking a trip to Urban Outfitters. After pining away for them for weeks, I finally plunked down my credit card - virtually - one night in a combination of wine-fueled gusto and I-just-got-my-tax-return-money-and-I-deserve-this exuberance.
Then I waited.
I didn't have to wait long. They showed up a day or two later and I nearly tackled the UPS guy as he exited his truck. I ran inside, clawed open the box, pushed aside the packaging material which protected the fragile denim from some imaginary danger, and...BOOM! I had to shield my eyes to protect them from the sheer intensity of the green fabric I found there. Let's just say that they are a tad brighter in person than they appear on the website. Less hunter green, more Easter-basket-grass green. Not neon - I'm not going there! - but let's just say that they are very, very VERY not gray or black.
Oh sure they photograph like THIS not-so-bright color...
...but they are more like THIS color in person.
I promptly stuffed them in the closet so that I could think about it. I'd show you how much they stand out in my sea-of-black closet, but then I'd have to show you what a wreck my closet is at the moment (plus you would all find out where I stash my mountains of Twilighty stuff). Anyway, since then, I have tried them on. More than once. A lot more than once. They fit like they were made for me. Which might just be a cruel tease, since I can't decide if I could ever see myself wearing them out of the house, and really, they were too expensive to immediately take their place amongst the category of clothes that I should probably get rid of but promise myself I'll only wear around the house or when cleaning.
For starters, I can't decide if there's some "life's-too-short-to-only-wear-black/gray" reason that I should be pushing myself to wear something that will make me feel like everyone is staring at me saying "holy fucking shit, wft is she wearing?!" every time I walk out the door. Even though I live near a college in a town with a pretty eccentric population and I'd probably have to go bounding into the grocery store wearing a vinyl jumpsuit and a gimp mask to really garner that much genuine interest in my outfit.
Also? And somewhat more perplexing? I have absolutely no idea what to wear with them. It seems like a black t-shirt isn't going to cut it here. For once. I've already purchased a couple of shirts, a sweater, and two pairs of shoes (flats - no way I am wearing the humongo concrete-block-size shoes all the models in skinny jeans wear on the UO website) in an effort to make this work, but so far everything I've tried has made me feel like I am in over my head and should just return the whole damn lot.
So if you are one of those people who frequents Polyvore and knows how to put clothes together, I need your help. Stat. Links to possible outfits in the comments, please!! Because I only have another couple of days to decide if I'm keeping these dang things or taking them back to Urban Outfitters and mumbling something to the 18-year-old cashier about how they didn't fit my imaginary daughter as she refunds my money and I run screaming to Talbots, head hung in defeat defeat. Please don't let that happen.