I have no dilemma about wearing jeans. My quandary is the type of jeans I should be wearing.
I have discovered a haven within which I can thrash through this, without fear of being patronised by identikit tattooed and bearded unwitting-wannabe-American youth employee drones who consider themselves as individuals just like all the other individuals they seek to ressemble. What is more, if other customers are looking down their noses at my lack of fashion awareness they are doing so in Polish. Game on.
This place of sanctuary is called Tk Maxx. If you havent tried it, you should. It's great.
The first pair of jeans I saw on display last Monday was ripped at the knee-hole. Seconds? Must be cheap. But no, they were all like that. It must be deliberate. I took a few pairs to try on, amusing myself that in my clumsy dotage I would probably put my foot through the holes when trying them on. Which is precisely what happened. In the event, I didnt like any of them, but at least they were all returned to the rails more fashionable than before they had encountered me.