The Perfect Indigo Blue
I love blue jeans. I grew up with them. The color remains the same, but the style is ever changing. Regardless of style, I am always searching for the perfect pair. The look I long for in every pair I try. Really, there are two styles…daily and saviors. This is what I consider the best in blue jeans.
Daily jeans are looser. They hang on my hips and drop from there. They sit slightly below my belly button. I like real pockets, for things that can go with me without a bag. I like belt loops wide enough for a great belt. I hate forcing belts through tiny loops. I hate flimsy fabric. I don’t want stiff either, I want denim with substance, where I can feel the weave. The brownish gold stitching is mandatory, it is necessary for a pair of jeans to feel authentic. I like back pockets that cover my backend like a picture frame on either side. They have to be welcoming for my hand or my phone. Because I love boots, the leg must be wide enough to accommodate them without a break in the drop of the leg. I think jeans that add length to a woman’s leg are quite flattering, especially with a gray pair of Sorel, Frye, or various riding boots. I like a darker wash, a true blue jean. Some washing is okay, but too much looks pretentious and fake. I hate torn and pre-placed holes on a new pair of jeans. The fading and wear must come from me. My story that is created from wear after wear, place after place, moments to remember or possibly to forget. A great logo on the back pocket or under the belt can be perfect or gaudy. I always look at this before I purchase. Rivets are expected, and I like a nice vintage touch. When I put jeans on with boots, I like to feel the person I am now is still the girl hanging out at the barn, dreaming and being, in my Levi’s and jodhpurs, hair in a bun, surrounded by the animals I loved with the smell of hay and sweet feed. A great pair of jeans takes me back and moves me forward.
The savior jeans hang in my closet, waiting for me to wear them on special days. They are a perfect dark weave, with perfect etching. They sit just below my waist. They fall from my hips and then widen into a big flare, or perhaps a small bell bottom. The leg adds height and a silhouette that looks leaner, more of a dancer’s shape. These jeans fit tighter in the hips. The savior jeans feel much more feminine. They make me feel younger and more confident. Isn’t it amazing that a piece of clothing has so much power over how we feel? Just like my dailies, they wear best with boots. I love them with a duster, or maybe a blazer. A perfect white shirt or a perfect white tee. A simple elegance that is understated, but always a go to. Jeans are so entwined in our culture and in our identity that we often take them for granted. But my love for indigo runs deep. My attachment to my favorite jeans is a first stroke on the canvas in my self portrait. If you think of me, you think of jeans.
Our attachment to jeans goes back in history. Levi Strauss created this ingenious pair of pants in 1830. Our love for that cowboy allure is still with us today. Is it in the perfect shade of blue, the texture, or in the style? The love of the denim lingers. The guy with the perfect pair of jeans, the rugged boots, wrapped in a worn blue jacket will never fail to turn heads. The iconic look.
So in my travel through the pairs and pairs of blue jeans, the chosen perfect pairs that wait in my closet for those days when only a comfy tried and true will do…I search for the perfect jean jacket. The one I can wear to the barn or to a cocktail party. It has real metal buttons, not snaps. I long for deep pockets. The fit is fitted to the waist. The denim is the perfect blue, dark but worn. The way I feel in the perfect jean jacket…