The 70's. Man, no better time in my life than the 70's. I will never get over that decade. The classic rock, the 8-track tapes, the cassettes, and, actually, the big record albums, We loved playing The Carpenters and singing it in the kitchen as if we were stars, my sisters and I. And the best part, the bell bottoms! What great memories.
It occurred to me that I don't have to give them up. Nope. At first, I began to dream of making my own bell bottom jeans. I would make the waist with today's style......nobody want to go back to the full high-waist bell bottoms. In the 70's, before I had kids, my body was young, tight, firm and the high waist was ok. Besides we didn't know any better. But now.......NO WAY. High waist would just make my middle-aged belly look six months pregnant. So I envisioned a retro/modern bell bottom jean.
Next, it occurred to me that there might just be bell bottoms out there. So the search began. After some digging, I found them! True to the 70's, hail to the 21st century, bell bottom jeans with today's waist. My mouse did not hesitate as I scoured the site and picked out a couple different pair and bought them. And the wait began.
The reason in the first place I wanted bell bottom jeans is because my husband and I are going to the KANSAS concert soon. Oh I love them. This is one group I possessed the 8-track tape for and wish I still did. Kansas. In person! Who wants to show up to a 70's band concert without bell bottom jeans! Not me!
Yesterday they arrived. The size chart was different and I ordered a size that I have never worn. However, I will not elaborate. Let's just say, I am NOT the actual size these pants came in. So I have been riddled with worry about the pants not fitting and not having time to return and order a different size before the concert.
While excitedly opening the package I asked my husband if there was anything in the pile of mail that would deflate my happiness over the bell bottoms. "Yes" he flatly stated. I knew it. Round 3 with the IRS about to commence. Them wanting money that is not theirs. Grrrrrrrr.....however, I was still ecstatic about my pants.
Taking my new pants into the bedroom i tried on a pair. YOWSA. They fit! Maybe a little loosely, however, I will take loose over tight pants any day. No camel toe allowed! I pranced into the living room and showed my Honey. He smiled....not sure if it was a smile of approval or ridiculousness. I didn't care. I loved them and that is all that mattered. Personally, I think he secretly wonders if I am a nut case anyway. I don't care about that either. I am who I am.
The second pair fit even better and I adoringly pointed out to him how the bell bottoms completely covered my feet.....and then some! Just like in the old days. Oh, this second pair is heaven. Dragging the ground like they should. Anything off the ground was considered "floods" back in my day and only those labeled "geeks" wore floods.
Not really caring about the answer, I asked my Honey if he would be embarrassed to be seen with me at the concert in these pants. He chuckled and affirmatively said, "No". That made this even better. My excitement was not going to quell. I washed those buggers and dried them right away.
Today, I wore them to the office. Like a nut, I proudly pranced my bell bottom clad body around the entire office saying, "Anyone want to meet the 1970's?" Ha ha............wondering what they think,.......yes....caring...no. Ell no! I am one happy bell bottom breezy groovy chic today!
You go girl!
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