The Gaydi Project and I went shopping yesterday and she asked me if I’d ever seen the back room at Loehman’s. I thought this was a rather personal question and one that should never come from your mother. But I played along and let her guide me. Turns out, it’s literally called The Back Room and they have some fantastic designer stuff in there! I found a simple, sleeveless black wrap dress with a plunging neckline by Diane von Furstenberg that would be perfect for our trip next month; I remember reading an interview with the designer years ago and she mentioned she likes to create dresses that don’t make any noise when they slip to the ground. What could be sexier than a silent dress? Right. I knew I’d always loved her clothes and that comment solidified it.

But I didn’t buy the dress because I’m an idiot.

I bought a pair of jeans instead. It’s a sickness, my endless quest for the perfect jeans. In the dressing room, I wedged myself into the pants with the flap pockets and perfect amount of distressing at the hip. They were cute but they were tiiiiiiiiight. I could zip ‘em up and I could breathe, but I needed another opinion.

“Mom, what do you think?”
“They look great, Aaryn.”
“But do you think maybe they’re too tight? I mean look at my butt.”
“Your butt looks darling. I don’t think they’re too tight at all…Then again, my mother was the Queen of Camel Toe, so consider your source.”

I’m taking the jeans back right now and buying that dress.
Happy weekend.