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My First Pair of Expensive Jeans

November 25, 2013


I got my first pair of expensive jeans when I was 15 years old. My mom and I had just finished eating lunch in Marin County when we decided to pop into a small boutique just down the street. At that point a lot of my friends were well into their life in the upscale jeans department, sporting perfectly flared denim by 7 For All Mankind, Paper, Denim & Cloth, and Earl Jeans, and subsequently filling me with all kinds of envy as I was still living life in the Abercrombie & Fitch lane; torturing my sinuses with the store’s overpowering scent of cheap cologne as I tried on jeans with zippers as short as my pinky finger. Though my mom loathed the Abercrombie & Fitch shopping experience as much as I did, she wasn’t quite yet on board with the thought of spending over $100 on jeans.

So into the boutique we went, where my mom selected cozy cashmere sweaters and blazers to try on while I picked out a few dresses and more importantly managed to sneak in a pair of light wash Seven Jeans without her noticing. Once in the dressing room, I didn’t even bother trying on the dresses; I wanted to know how the jeans all of my friends were wearing sat on my petite ballerina body since I was still struggling to fit into Abercrombie (R.I.P. to those days…). Seconds later and I was fastening the gold button and zipping up the middle-finger length zipper, ecstatic that the jeans fit so snuggly around my hips and thighs. Nothing, not even the Gap Kids jeans my mom forced me to buy because Abercrombie was still too big, fit me the way these Seven Jeans did. And so, with one hopeful breath, I stepped out of the dressing room to show my mom just how good these pricier jeans looked. “That’s not a dress,” she said to me, a faint smile curling up at the sides of her mouth. “Aren’t those jeans the best?” a sales lady chimed in. “I wear mine alllll the time.” I looked at my mom, my eyes widening to puppy dog status, and said, “Look how well they fit!” Hint hint. Nudge nudge. Wink wink. 

Whether it was the fit of the jeans or that my mom was feeling particularly generous that day, I’ll never know, but somehow she agreed to buy me the jeans at the whopping price of $105. I wore them out of the store and for two solid years after that until they tore at the butt and landed in the throw away pile. But ten plus years later and I still smile when I think about those jeans. They started a revolution in my closet, proving that a lot can be said for a good pair of jeans, and that sometimes it’s worth it to pay a little bit more. They also meant that never again did I have to step foot in an Abercrombie + Fitch store, which may actually have been the greatest gift of all.

Now it’s your turn, do you remember your first pair of nice jeans?