Conquering A Fashion Fear - White Jeans
I have never in my life owned a pair of white jeans.
I’ve owned a couple pairs of white shorts, but just the thought slipping both of my entire legs into white sleeves and walking around in the wild hoping to keep them looking clean made me cringe. No way. It was not happening. If you are a long time reader you know that my self-described style is unfussy—and white pants is the ultimate definition of fussy. High maintenance, difficult, scary, whatever you want to use to describe it, it is me in white pants. Just changing into these (in my car no less) for this shoot brought on an instant moment of self protection. I refused to walk close to trees, grass, crossed the street when I saw someone walking toward me in the instance that they were carrying something that might clip my thigh as they walked by. Even funnier, I have no problem wearing other light-colored bottoms (see this post in pink pants, here)...it’s only related to white. Perhaps is my control-freak nature that everything around me is uncontrollable. How on earth can I possibly keep the dye of someone else’s jeans left on the cushion of a restuarant seat from transferring? Or someone’s sweet child walking up to me and tapping me on the leg to offer a friendly hello?
But here I am. I conquered my fear. I bought and wore white jeans...and I’m so glad I did!
There is something about white denim that gives the illusion of being put together. White is an expensive color. It is a sign of being conscious and purposeful in what you do. It’s as if you’re saying you don’t get your hands dirty...because you can’t and keep your clothing clean. There’s a reason why all white parties exist. It takes a lot of work to keep the second most active part of your body (behind your hands) clean and sparkly and if you’re up for the challenge, the payoff is worth it!
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