Looking out towards the Atlantic, a rainbow and a cloud of starlings.
Made me smile.
And it is a squeeze… What on earth possessed me to agree to a jeans review during the FATTEST MONTH OF THE YEAR? But, with the aid of some strategic photos, here I am, reviewing a pair of women’s jeans from Next.
I chose Belted ‘Boy Fit’ Jeans in a ‘Mid Wash’ and I have to give Next a big thumbs up for offering Petite length on so many of their items. I’m not a tall girlie (only 5’3″), nor am I one to wear heels, so to shlep around in my Converse All-Stars I typically have to cuff up my jeans. Not so with these. They are perfect. (See the shot of me in my clown socks.) It’s nice to not carry around the crumbs, dead leaves, and other nonsense that gets trapped in the bucket-like turn-ups of my other jeans.
I almost never get cheap jeans- it’s a false economy. These, however, are affordable and fit in a way that leads you to believe they actually pay attention to anatomy. The belt is not particularly functional (the braid slips through the D-rings too easily) but it’s attractive enough for a free accessory.
There’s nice detail stitching on the pockets, and the rise is quite low- a dead giveaway that these jeans aren’t borrowed from any boy. Perhaps I’m alone in thinking this, but why have back pockets slipped down towards the thigh? I use my back pockets, and I don’t think the downward drift is particularly flattering. (But no one asks me these things, clearly.)
I recommend you order one size larger than you would normally if you want these to fit more like they do on the model. I ordered the size I wear in Next shorts but should’ve factored in all the bloody cheese I eat in winter. They’re tight, but I do so love the cheese. Give me a few months and these will be one of my favourite pairs of jeans, but for now they’re going to live in the wardrobe, mingling with stored shorts. I’ll be in the kitchen…
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Next Boy Fit Jeans provided for the purpose of review by Next. I have not been paid otherwise.
My greenhouse didn’t survive last night’s storms. We had a few power outages, and the wind and hail were ferocious, but I didn’t expect to see my greenhouse looking like a battered box kite this morning.
It was held down with long, granite slabs and was already missing panels on two sides, and I left the door open so wind could go all the way through. This worked for the 70mph winds… Not sure what happened last night, but it must’ve been awful.
I called a local friend to help me bash out the remaining panels and to crush the metal frame into something resembling modern art. I’ve got a lot more cleanup to go, but the winds are still gusting fiercely and there is intermittent hail. The weather report on my usually trusty go-to site is not correct – I can tell from experience that when I have trouble walking upright, the winds are easily over 50mph right now. Clean up will be slow.
My next garden plan will be a little different. Maybe I’ll stick to buying vegetables… and have a rock garden.
Hopes are up
But I’m trying to keep them in check…
See, I’ve been looking at dog rescues online, and we have an appointment to meet a little dude on Tuesday. Something about his picture just reached out and grabbed me, so I rubbed my eyes [still grabbed me], and called Neil into the room to see if he felt the same.
He did.
No details to post here yet, but we see him as soon as the place opens again after the holiday break. I’ve been in touch with the shelter manager (also a dog trainer) and she says he’s adorable. Now it’s just a matter of whether the spark is there in person.
In my optimism, I’ve already bought one of those grabby stick things that holds a tennis ball for throwing. I’m a glass full kind of girl.