In the past five years the only really good pants i've had were some really damn expensive ones that no longer fit since my body changed and two pairs of jeans T found me in America (one of which is now too hole-y to wear to work and the other seems to have changed shape on me too).
Today i forced myself out to look for pants in the delightful fall temperature of 80F/50% humidity. I walked into the first store and my heart fell (even further) at the dark blue, flared garbage. And the next store, and the next. No i do not want to buy a $120 pair of Levi's that has legs big enough to fit my whole family. No i do not want a pair of jeans that's so blue it puts Bessie Smith to shame. Yes i do need at least 34" legs, damnit.
So just when i was reaching the end of my chain-smoking, sweating, cursing rope... I walk into Jeans West ("Fits Best") and walked out about 15 minutes later with two new pairs of pants. w00t :-) I think they look good. They better look damn good, because i just blew $109 on them. Ouch.
