I have a tag here on the blog called “completely irrational.” I don’t display tags because it looks kind of ugly on this theme when I do, but the tag is there somewhere in the string of letters I don’t understand that make things go around here.
Anyway. Enough of the mini-lesson in the backend of blogging.
I have a completely irrational confession to make. Publicly. It’s silly and probably weird, but I suspect I’m not alone so solidarity and all that. (And please do tell me if I’m not alone.)
I really hate washing my jeans.
I do wash them because gross, but I hate washing them because it ruins them.
It never fails that my jeans need to be washed riiiiight when they get to the point where they’re perfect. Do you know that point? They’re loose in the right places, comfortable. Just right. They aren’t so tight my thighs can’t breathe like they sometimes are when I first put them on.
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Putting them on fresh out of the dryer means starting from scratch every time they’re clean and it’s annoying. I button and zip them and then do some squats in the bedroom hoping to speed up the process of breaking them in.
It only sort of works and then I spend the next few hours waiting for them to feel perfect again. By the time we’re there, usually after a couple of wears, their inevitable trip through the washer is upon us. With one more wear the butt would get saggy so it’s really just a matter of quitting while I’m ahead.
I don’t remember this being an issue until recently. Or maybe it was always an issue but now I’m just aware of that moment when the jeans are perfect and wish I could freeze them in that moment.
Or maybe it means I’m too fond of my yoga pants and leggings.
(My money’s on option C.)
Truer words have never been spoken. I hate washing my jeans. I feel I am always straddling the line between my thighs being stuffed in or the waist band looking like I could do a weight loss commercial (you know when they pull it away from their body and say “I lost 5000 pounds!) Fresh out of the dryer the waist band fits great but my thighs feel like sausages. After one wear I find the happy medium. The next wear thighs feel great but waist band is saggy. Then it’s time to wash again start all over.
Try air drying, no heat. Makes it so they don’t shrink up.
Daddy always hung his up to dry, so maybe tossing them in the dryer with no heat but air will help them not get that stiffness that his always had. Good call.
I thought the rule was that you’re not supposed to wash jeans until they can actually stand up on their own.
Or is that just the guy’s rule?
Eh, usually by the time they need to be washed they could stand up on their own. That’s when they get perfect.
Last time I bought jeans the saleswoman made me promise to never put them in the dryer. It stinks waiting for jeans to air dry, but it’s much, much better!
My Daddy used to air dry his jeans. All of them. There would be 8 pairs of Levis hanging up and down the hallway as he air dryed them. Maybe it’s time to take a page from his book.
I have the scrawniest butt and chicken legs {this is not a good thing} that I have to wash mine just to shrink them back down so I’m not yanking them up over my noassatall. But I do love, LOVE how they feel when it’s time to wash them. That’s probably gross. I wash them and dry them on a drying rack and mine aren’t stiff at all!