For about five years (8 months, 2 weeks and 4 days) I’ve been addicted, nay surgically attached, to my GAP Always Skinnies. I don’t want to put too much emphasis on a scrap of gloriously fitting denim but they were everything. Then I got spaniels. Spaniels do not respect the sanctity or torture of the hunt for perfect jeans. I’ve gone through no fewer than four pairs in the last 18 months alone, a highlight being that time they ripped the arse out of a pair without my knowing – I got all the way around Waitrose before noticing the draft. For shame.
I live in jeans though, as is the wont of the stylistically challenged, and having a decent fitting, hard wearing, comfier than jimjams pair is a must.
So, when my last pair of GAPs gave up the ghost, the search was on.
Flash forward to me in Marks and Spencer looking for walnut whips, control top tights and dog food. Trying to keep eyes front en route to the food hall, I spied a flash of denim out of the corner of my eye. Bravo visual merchandisers, bravo.
Skinny? Check. The right blue? Check. Shall I try them on? Am I really going to do this…?
Apparently so. I lunged around a bit, admired my bottom in them, wondered if I really might be a person who buys M&S jeans, lunged some more. It’s all about the lunge.
Then I bought the jeans.
I say jeans, Marks and Sparks are calling them jeggings. They’re not like any jeggings I’ve ever known. They’re the same weight as my other jeans, they have real pockets and they don’t make me feel like
my a mum trying to be all down with the kids (it’s alright, she stopped reading yonks ago!) Maybe they mean because of the stretch? They do give good stretch.
I sat in the car for a bit weeping at my lost long forgotten pre-GAP Topshop jeans wearing youth, shovelling walnut whips into my face and clutching the new jeans to my bosom shrieking ‘whyyyyyyyyyy?? Why me?’ It didn’t go unnoticed that I was mopping my tears with the softest denim that ever there was.
So, for half of the price of my old faithfuls, I’d found the new holy grail of denim. They’re comfy, stretchy and oh so soft. They feel pretty hard wearing too, I’ll let you know. They’re my new everything.
Everyone’s perfect jean is different but the next time you’re looking, try M&S. You might just find The Ones.
And if you don’t, console yourself with the walnut whips and look again.
M&S jeans, £22.50, do it. Do you live in denim? Where are your faves from?
I realised too late that sharing the secret of the brilliant jeans also meant taking pictures of me in the jeans which I loathe.
Here, have some outtakes.
The dog had brought me my own tights. Thanks Pete.
Also, just dawned on me, the mug and jumper are also M&S. I should probably just suck it up.