I live in fear of wearing white jeans. There isn’t a story or a cautionary tale to back it up – it is what it is; I’m afraid of wearing white jeans. “What if I spill something on them?”, “What if they make me look fat?”, “What if you can see my underwear through them?”, “What if I sit on something?”, “What if I sit IN something?”
“Those would look FANTASTIC on you!” The sales girl said to me. I was holding up a pair of white jeans in the middle of a store called Evereve. A store that I’d never been in before, but was quickly starting to realize that it was at a slightly higher price point than at the Old Navy next door. I mean, really, why am I looking at a $150 pair of pants?
“Do you have any white denim yet for this year?” She asked me.
Here’s the thing about “white denim”. It’s a staple piece. If you can rock white jeans in the spring and summertime – or better yet, ALL WHITE – you’re bound to pull off those chic, crisp, “maybe I hang out in the Hamptons” kind of vibes. You know?
I would love to give off “maybe I hang out in the Hamptons” kind of vibes.
Actually, I would really just love to hang out in the Hamptons. But at the very least, I could settle for some white denim.