Confession: I Tried To Sneak Skinny Jeans Into My Husband's Wardrobe.

I tried to fancy up my guy a few months ago in the way of a new style of jeans.
Three of his pairs of jeans, which he wears pretty much daily with only the occasional addition of khaki pants or gym pants, had holes.
He needed replacements.

There aren't many places to buy 33x36L jeans, especially since he wants to spend less than $50 a pair.
And since two years ago I found them at a super online sale at Old Navy for $13.50.
So now he thinks that's the price to pay, which is really tricky to ever find, obviously.

I found a great pair of Levi's on an after Thanskgiving sale, and they were a slimmer bootleg.  For some reason I ordered a size down, which meant that when he tried them on, though he desperately needed the pair for work, he didn't think he could swing it.

They were too Skinny Leg for him.
He called them Fashion Pants.
To mock me, I think.


He wore them one day to a conference and he said he felt self conscious the whole time.
It was an asphalt conference, so maybe the other civil engineers wearing Carhartt jeans gave him a sideways glance.

But for the record, he looked GOOD.


So to placate him, I returned them.
I told him I did it with great sadness.
I bought him the standard loose-fit painter style jeans in a dark rinse.
They are boring.
But they were $15, so he was delighted by this.

But I didn't  marry him for his fashion-sense, so I guess its not that important.
And he didn't marry me so that I could do his pants shopping, it just worked out that way.