Miss This

Well, I hate to say I was right again, but I when you are right you are right. My sister did give me a mug for my birthday that says, “I’m not perfect, but I’m so close it scares me.”

This month I was right about jeans. (I’m right about once a month.) I told my sister Carrie that she needed some new jeans. The jeans she has been wearing just hang off her backside and drag on the ground so that the cuffs are all frayed. I tell her that she should get new jeans and that she will look nice. She refuses because she claims she doesn’t want anyone looking at her butt.

OK, so there probably are a lot of creepers downtown at the Bennett Martin library, but they are going to look at your butt if you are wearing nice jeans or not. So you might as well allow them to enjoy the scenery.

Old junky jeans have their place. Everybody owns several pairs of these. However, a person needs more than just old junky jeans. They need a few “going out” party jeans. Especially if they have a new BOYFRIEND. Am I wrong here? I don’t think so.

So where do you go if you want going out jeans? I’m thinking The Buckle.

Carrie does not love The Buckle. She enjoys shopping in the mens’ department of most stores or at Scheels. She thinks the sales people at The Buckle are a little uppity. I’m fine with that, as long as they bring me a dozen different pairs of jeans to try on that look good on me.

Carrie jokes about The Buckle game that her and her friends used to play. They would try to walk through the store, touch the back wall, and make it back to the door without a salesperson asking if they could help them with something. She says she doesn’t think anyone ever won.

Mandy and I love The Buckle. Last year I bought Mandy several pairs of jeans from Maurices, but then she went and lost about 10 pounds and needed some new pairs that didn’t fall off of her. I suggested The Buckle, because I have fond memories of buying jeans at The Buckle. I remember when we used to scoff at the $40 or $50 jeans when I was in high school. Now the jeans can be more than double that amount. Yikes.

So last year Mandy found several pairs that she just loved, plus a pair of cowboy boots. Yes, she does own a couple pair of Miss Me jeans. I think the Miss Me brand name is a real misnomer. They put so much bling on your backside that there is no way anyone could miss it. It could be Can’t Miss Me jeans, but evidently an M looks better on your back pocket than a C.

And the salesgirls were ever so helpful; they even suggested a few pairs of jeans that I might like while I was there. I thought, oh well, I’ve got nothing better to do. And then I was hooked. There is something about paying for a nice pair of jeans that are cut to fit nice and don’t fall down. So I bought a couple of pairs of jeans for myself and got several compliments. So now I have a pair or two of Miss Me jeans.

Before you make any judgments, you should know I am not the only mom out there with jeans from The Buckle. Now that I know what to look for, I see moms all over the place with jeans from The Buckle. If I’m going to plunk down a wad of money, I might as well get some benefit out of it too. And I guess I am not alone.

So I told Carrie I was taking her to The Buckle to get fitted and find her some nice jeans. She fights tooth and nail, but eventually gives in. She will not, and she repeats will not, get any sparkle-butt jeans. And so she buys three pairs. One has lots of extra sequins and sparkles. I’m sure her “special friend” will be bedazzled by her backside.

While I am on a roll, I talk her into shopping for a few new shirts. On our way through the open-air SouthPointe mall, Mandy makes us hurry up. Evidently she is so cold her sparkles are freezing off. You can take that statement however you want to take it.

After our evening of shopping, we head to a family outing with the boyfriend. I think the majority of the family is stunned when Carrie shows up with her sparkle-butt jeans. Then Sunday Carrie texted me to say she got six compliments on her new shirt at work. When you are right, you are right.

My next mountain to climb is finding makeup she will wear. I am contriving plans on how to accomplish this endeavor. Foundation, powder, blush, and mascara are a necessity. Eye liner and lipstick are never going to happen. I have to be realistic.

Then I just need to marry her off and my work here will be done. I know, I know. Baby steps, people, baby steps. But I wonder if Miss Me makes wedding apparel. It can’t hurt to ask.