I think I’ve found the Holy Grail (of jeans)

{Wearing: BDG jeans, Free People tank, thrifted silk scarf, Shoefly Buffalo mules, thrifted belt, thrifted purse, Indie Twenty necklace}

You might think I’m being dramatic. You might ask “does she really think the Holy Grail is a pair of jeans?” to which I frankly answer “uh-huh.”

But I have searched high and low — in the deep, dark depths of the internet — scouring mom jeans article after boyfriend jeans article after girlfriend jeans article after dad jeans (yeah that’s a thing) article. I have surveyed the mall, store after store, Levi’s after Zara after department store trying to find the one. With the fleeting hope of discovery comes the dressing room despair, to find them too tight or too awkward or too baggy. I’ve even tried multiple thrift shops, the supposed birthplace of recent mom jeans, to no avail, although that’s to be expected. If you go into a thrift store looking for a specific thing, you’ll never find it.

Today was the day I fell in love. With these jeans.

Our meet-cute happened online, then we met in person. After spotting a fleeting tweet about mom jeans, I was instantly reminded at 6:30 a.m. of my eternal mission to find the right pair of flattering, baggy, high waisted, blue denim. I clicked right (and opened a new tab) on a pair of BDG mom jeans at Urban Outfitters. Not to be tricked by internet sizing tomfoolery and deceit, I decided a trip to the mall wouldn’t hurt after work since I had time. I got out an hour before the mall opened, so after a brief stint internet surfing and caramel cappuccino drinking at Starbucks, it was go time.

I prowled the mall with a mission. Urban Outfitters was my first stop and to be honest, where I would have put all my marbles anyways. If you’re wondering why I never checked there before — fair question — you should know that I did, but I only tried the Levi’s and my original search was for boyfriend jeans, which I now know wasn’t the style I wanted or deserved. This time, I headed straight for the mom jeans.

I grabbed two sizes in three different styles (sry staff) and strode straight for the dressing room, where a man gave me the best room, probably because they had opened 3 minutes previously and he recognized my intense game face.

The first pair was disappointing, but who’s surprised? Undeterred and with five pairs left, I moved onto the next. That pair had potential but felt snug. So I grabbed the next size up and immediately felt like Harry Potter when he tries his wand out for the first time, or Cinderella when she’s swooped into her gown. Still, I’m really not being dramatic. It was magic.

For once, a pair of jeans hit everything on my checklist. I walked out of the room and looked in the mirror outside for a wider look.

At this point you’re probably thinking “damn, really? They’re just normal jeans,” to which I answer “they’re never just normal jeans.”

I should probably note the next pair was miraculously great too and while they may not get an entire love letter, they will get a lot of love. The woman working said that pair is the “stepmom” which I thought was quite funny and apt, and ultimately the determining factor for me getting those too, because they were different enough to have a whole new category.

If you’re still curious about dad jeans.