Pat Green Jeans

You may be wondering who Pat Green is, and why I have his jeans...

It's a long story.
And you're going to get most of it.
So go pour yourself a beverage and get comfy...

Here we go:

My friend Anne and I took a mental health day to Miles City, the first part of December, in which we mostly just ate out, pretended to Christmas shop and ended up spending about two hours (conservative guess) in a little shop called Ravishing.

It's a store we dare not even walk by, with children.
It's a store we don't let our husbands check the price tags. On anything.  Not even the belts.
It's got the most FABULOUS clothes you can imagine.
Sort of like a celebrity dress-up store, in a little cowtown!

And we must've hit the owner on a magnanimous day, because that's what she let us do: try on clothes to our hearts' content. 
It takes awhile.  Our hearts weren't content for a long, long time.  And it was only when we started baiting each other and disagreeing about styles, that we called it quits.

Typical snatch of conversation at the beginning of the session:

"Oooo! Anne, I really like that.  You should try it on.  It'll be FUN!  Besides, you look great in that style!'
"Mary, that dress is perfect.  You need that.  How much? Oh. Well. I wonder how long you can wear it around the store..."

Typical snatch of conversation at the end of the session:

*"I don't like that.  At all."
"Well, I DO. I'm going to try it on."
moments later...
"I still don't like it."
"I DO.  I think I'll have her write it on my Wish List!"

Aaahhhh, the Wish List. 
The owner keeps a little index card with each customer's name on it, the size and style of the desired clothes, and the price.  We didn't really count as "customers" per se, seeing as how we didn't have $198 on us at that moment to buy the perfect dress.  And probably never would.  But she kindly wrote down our information and thanked us for coming in and wearing all her clothes. Sort of. 

(Incidently, the maximum time you may wear a black, shimmery Joseph Ribkoff dress that fits like it was made for you that day, is around 20 minutes....Anne distracted her and I took advantage.  *sigh*)

On my list were two items: the previously mentioned perfect dress and some jeans that I impulsively tried on and fell in love with....because they were so impractical and...well...you'll see....

After we returned home, we excitedly told our husbands about our big day, and they sort of asked what the prices were, turned a pale-ish sort of shade, and the matter was dropped.  Or so I thought.

The Farmer, knowing I was going to the Pat Green concert in February, and feeling flush with dough, or insane or something, snuck into Miles and bought the jeans for me for Christmas.  I never imagined that he would.  I was slack jawed when I opened them at his parents house.  (So were they, to be quite honest.)

And here's why:

What are all those things on the back of them?

Those would be rhinestones.

(Karen, tell me what Dad says....I can only imagine....)

They are incredibly flashy, for this Eastern Montana girl, and I love them.

They are also completely form fitting, with not a milli-skeeter to spare, so I've been trying them on once a week to make sure the runs are still working.

Only just...

Anyway, when you see a post about my trip and it refers to the Pat Green jeans, now you have the background on 'em! I don't REALLY have Pat Green's jeans. (Poor Marina probably just about fainted with envy, on that first statement.  Sorry!)

(They go GREAT with my tiara...)

*Just in case you were wondering, Anne and I left the store as good friends and decided it was low caffeine in our systems that was causing the irritability.  We went to Kafe Utza, got a good slug of the good stuff, and had a great rest of the trip!)