This is a story about lust, longing, impatience, risktaking, recklessness, and no-logic willfulness. Oh, yes, it has a happy ending.
It’s a tale about shopping online with the lights down low, finding love on the J.Jill website, captivated by a jean (on sale even, but I’d have been willing to pay twice the amount), and not available in my size.
Heartbreak. Despair. This cannot be! Every size of this high-rise, full-leg crop jean with the grosgrain stripe down the side is sold out except for a size eight tall.
It’s not my size, but I still can’t stop myself from shopping.
I’m not tall. I am so very average: 5’5″ and 135-138 pounds. In fact, I’ve purchased petite pants at times to get the right fit. But size tall? No, they’re for tall people.
For a split second, I used my head.
With the high waist style and all, they’d probably come up to the bottom of my bust. They’d be too long. I’d have to chop a few inches off the hem. I’d have to re-fray the already frayed hem.
I can’t let go.
My heart wouldn’t let go. In the dark, my hand impulsively pressed “purchase” on the tall-sized jeans. I went to bed with thoughts of receiving a package in the mail of too tall pants.
They arrived in a couple of days. I opened the box and saw them folded up in their plastic bag. Poor me, I thought. I’ve come so close to getting the jean I’ve been looking for, but they’re not going to fit.
Trying on the wrong-sized jeans
I released them from their plastic wrap and slipped them on my very average body. They came straight to my waist where I fastened them, just so. To my delight (some people wouldn’t see it this way) the extra-long rise was taken up by the fullness of my belly. It didn’t come anywhere near my bustline, it came to my waistline. What luck!
The “cropped” length was perfect. It was longer than a crop in a standard size, but it was what I wanted: a trouser jean, hitting me near my ankle. I could wear it with suede short-heeled boots until springtime when I’d wear it with my black platform sandals.
They could be dressed up or down.
The right jean in the wrong size was actually my size.
When I get compliments on these jeans I just smile real wide, like I have a secret and I’m not telling anyone. Well, no one but you.
Have you taken risks with sizes? Did it work out or were you disappointed? Your secrets are safe with us. Do share!