GAP: Jeans For the Long-Legged

I've decided (at least temporarily) that I'm done buying expensive jeans. It is really hard for me to justify spending $150-200 on a pair of jeans, that while for the short term fit very nicely, shrink and fray at the bottom just like any other old pair of denims. So, yesterday, I wandered into the GAP, on a hunt for a new pair of kick arounds. I was mentally prepared for the task ahead of me which would undoubtedly include trying on 100 pairs of jeans in every color, cut and size to identify which ones would be coming home with me. I planned to dedicate my entire lunch hour if need be.

Was I sorely mistaken.

Do you know that the GAP does not sell ankle length jeans in any size under a 2? Yes, tis true. Apparently, if you are petite and shopping at the GAP, it is assumed that you are dissatisfied with your short stature, that you will always be wearing regular length jeans because you are always wearing heels. Well, my friend, that is just not the case. My heels do not travel with me to the grocery store, while I clean the house, or while taking a walk around the neighborhood. Sometimes, my heels don't even travel with me to dinner or to the bar. Flats are all the rage these days and I have several pair right now that I really enjoy... but I can't wear them with GAP jeans!

The irony is, that were I to go with the uber-expensive jeans, I'd be taking them to the tailor anyway, even if I wanted to wear them with heels!

Is there really no in between for those who stand at 5' 2"?

A Thing that Amazes Me (and other tales from the recent past)

A Thing that Amazes Me...

1) The number of people who keep a pen, paper, AND tape in their cars. I can understand a pen and paper - in case of an accident, to jot down a grocery list item, or to pen the idea for the next great American novel, but tape? I am amazed when I see notes taped to meters noting they are broken and just wonder, who keeps tape in their car?

Other tales...

I gave money to a random man the other day. I got stopped on the way home - I truly thought the man was asking for directions, which is why I stopped to listen. He was clean cut, dressed well (shorts, shirt, belt, backpack, baseball cap), and was articulate. He started with a story - something about the bus down the street, missing a bus, working at the zoo for the past three days. Once the nature of the request started coming together I realized I was trapped. Sure, I could have just walked away, but I felt that my time frame for doing so had already passed. So, I reached into my bag and gave him $1. And, if I read his expression correctly as he took my dollar, I think he was thinking, "that's it?" Perhaps since I haven't been in the business of giving out money to everyone on the street who asks, I haven't picked up on inflation!

And to end this random post, some pictures from biking around D.C.: