As I get older in life - fifty - yes, I said it - I am sensitive to what people say or I should say curious as to what people feel they have to say regarding one's age.   I recently was on a search for a new pair of jeans.   If you have not shopped for jeans lately - it can be challenging.   Take the Gap as an example - sizing is interesting.   I am a 2P or 2 petite.   Everything is by waist size, I think at the Gap.....24.....25.....26 - so now I am at a loss.  I should know my waist size - why don't I know my waist size???   Slim leg, skinny leg, bootcut - yikes.    What exactly do they mean...boot cut?   Slim Leg, skinny leg - what's the difference?  Trying these jeans  - well, it is not a fun time.  I don't know who the heck can get in them but  -wow, you have to drag them on.    Remember - I am a 2......I didn't think dragging was an option............ I left the Gap feeling somehow inadequate.

I tried another store, which I won't name - they had the jeans all layed on tables - tons of jeans - stone washed, acid washed, dark blue - black.  Not a petite size in the bunch.    I am not exaggerating - they had them lined on shelves and hung against the walls, tables and tables of jeans.  I watched the woman - these woman were average sizes...picking up the different styles.....never a hesitation.    I think to myself - I am not leaving the store without a pair of jeans.  Finally, way in the back I find one little area of petite jeans - maybe ten of them.  I touched them - read the labels and finally headed for the dressing room.   Grabbed a few and in the dressing room I went.   Its New Year's Eve for god sake.........I have to have something to wear. 

I tried them on.   Argh.......I didn't like any of them.  I was excited I had a pair of "7" in my hand.  Everyone raves about the "7" jean.   Yeah, well - not so much.   Plus - have you looked at the price of those jeans!    At that price they should perform a miracle.

I came out of the dressing room - irritated.  I ran right into a sales clerk - she tried to avoid my eyes  - but I snagged her.   Excuse me - don't you just have a pair of dress jeans???    Her head kind of snapped to the side.   Dress Jeans?    [now comes the line that I will remember forever]  Honey, they haven't made a dress jean since the 50's.  [she slightly smiled then]   Really?  [I wasn't even born then]    Now she has irritated me even more.    Sensing my frustration.....[seriously] she took me over to the few petite jeans they had and said - here try these on - you will love them.

Well - needless to say.  I left without buying a pair of jeans.