Correct, these post disco, iconic 90’s, butt-elongators are not the most flattering of denim styles, but therein lies the ironic nature of their comeback. They’re currently a welcomed contradiction to the excess of skinny jeans that dominate my closet. But there was certainly a time when I would have been positively exasperated by the idea of them, which prompts me to reflect on the denim choices of my past…stay with me.
Grade 8, sayonara to the inseam. As it was socially unacceptable for your jeans to merely graze the bottom of your hip bones, I spent the majority of that year gripping my back belt loop in an awkward attempt to conceal my business. Conversely, this was followed by my first year of high school, where adolescence got the better of me, and instead of concealing my plumber sitch I decided to decorate it with La Senza’s finest (I know, I’m cringing too). Thankfully the Abercrombie craze wasn’t far off and before long I was unequivocally dedicated to the light stone wash and the expensively distressed. I was still in high school, but gawd I was “so ready for Uni”. Little did I know, first year of university would deliver the skinny jean, which I of course vowed never to wear. And which I of course did. Fill in the subsequent decade with an array of washes and more practical ‘rises’ and here I am, skinnies on the reg, boyfriends as a back up, and low and behold happily settled into a pair of Moms. Funny how things change, hey.
Staple the Label Jacket (similar here)