That was surely a joke. No one would decrease the incentive to own a home at a time when housing starts are down and the economy is in a tailspin. Nah, I’m not buying it.
I turned it off. I already wrote something recently about “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.” I think my example was f@rting in the bathtub, but sometimes I’m not sure if writing a political piece would be much different.
In any case, my economic woes being what they are, I decided to put my soapbox on eBay to offset my losses, now that I won’t be able to deduct my interest.
Instead, I put on my pink jeans. Aren’t they cute?
Back in November, in some sort of twilight-zone experience, my husband flipped through the channels and landed on Entertainment Network. I saw this piece on movie stars starting the trend of wearing very tight, colored jeans. You can imagine what state of mind I must have been in, because I thought they looked pretty good.
Since my Christmas budget was tighter than their denim, I simply moved on coveting these items – like any good American would, after all.
And then I saw them. No, not pink jeans. What kind of store in the suburbs would sell pink jeans in a size larger than 4T? (OMG – if they did, suburban moms might wear them, and we know mommies shouldn't wear pink denim, unless they happen to be rock stars.)
I saw $8 denim at Walmart. They were in junior sizes, but they fit me really well (which might explain the $8 price tag?). They didn’t even have that annoying gap in the back that has caused me to leave even expensive denim on the rack. They fit great.
When my husband walked in a few evenings later, I was boiling something on the stove. He came over to admire my work – hoping for something delicious.
“I’m boiling my pants.”
“Glad I didn’t taste it.”
So, you might say, these denim jeans are even worse than just your typical fashion error. I went out of my way to cause this to happen. I bleached them. I boiled them in dye. I even altered them this morning to fit a little better through the thigh and tuck in my boots.
I think they are perfectly awesome. My pink pants brought me a great deal of sunshine on this rainy, cold, recession-filled morning.
Go on, you want to say it. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.”
I know, I know, go ahead and google ‘pink denim jeans’ and every site on the internet will tell you that I absolutely should NOT wear these pants.
Well, as soon as my pants become society’s biggest problem, I promise to stop wearing them. I’ll even refrain from giving them to charity - because I wouldn't want to burden anyone else with my fashion disasters (anyway, I hear charitable deductions might be eliminated too).
ps. Just in case you don't believe me - this is a close-up of the L.E.I Brand tag from Walmart.
pps. Indy took the picture at the top. Only another blogger would recommend taking a picture of pink denim in the coffee shop parking lot on a rainy morning.
ppps. Okay, maybe I won't really wear them that often, even though they are deliciously comfortable. Hmm. Maybe just on particularly sassy mornings. (Uh oh, MIT Mommy is wearing those pink denim jeans again, everyone stand back.)
pppps. I can't imagine why Cleveland.com didn't want ME to be the fashion writer. I just can't imagine. These people have no sense of style, clearly.