Jeans...Are Sandwiches.

It is worth noting that I love shopping as much as I love jeans and sandwiches, though I understand this is a love not shared by all. I'll do my best.



Jeans are a fickle thing. Everyone has a pair, even if you don't really like them. Not owning jeans seems a sign of some type of defect. "What do you mean you don't have a pair of jeans?" They'll say. But a good pair of jeans is difficult to find. So many styles; boyfriend, skinny, super skinny, bootcut, straight-leg. So many colours; blue, light blue, black, grey, white. Acidwash, stonewash, ripped. The options are endless.



And even when you find ones that are seemingly perfect, there is no guarantee they'll fit right. Even if they fit perfectly they still might not look good. One almost questions why such a difficult piece of clothing became such a wardrobe staple. But alas it did, and we must go through the routine every couple of months as we squeeze ourselves into another pair in a seemingly endless line of jeans which are all the same, but all slightly different.

Like sandwiches.

At the end of the day, sandwiches consist of bread, filling and opional condiment. That's it. No matter how you build it, what you fill it with, whether it's toasted or not. The possibilities are endless, within a set spectrum. You might like one sandwich more than another, you might get cravings for different sandwiches, you might find a favourite or constantly be searching for the perfect sandwich.

This is how I feel about jeans. Sandwichs are just bread and stuff. Jeans are just denim on your butt. It's when you get a good one, or a good pair, a certain feeling takes over. Suddenly your problems seem smaller, the day seems brighter, because you've conquered this challenge.

Until tomorrow lunchtime, or next season.
Whatever comes first.

Boys.... are sandwiches.

I should start by saying; I'm currently a little bitter and tired. And not tired as in I need sleep, but tired as in I'm a little over boys. And so this blog will be a little bitter. But we'll do what we can.

Ever think about a great sandwich? Ever really stop and consider it? Think about all the things are you're going to put on it, imagine how it will look, how it will smell, how it will feel in your hands. Sure you have, we all have. It might not necessarily come after a sandwich drought, you may have had a pretty good sandwich yesterday. But now you are thinking about this one sandwich and how amazing it will taste.

But, alas, it doesn't happen. Maybe it's ok, maybe it's not what you wanted at all, but it in no way lives up to your expectations. Maybe you don't get the sandwich at all. The point is, you had all these high hopes for this sandwich, most of which were based in reality somewhere; a remembered smell, a fleeting glance, but they all come crashing down around you. It's not your fault, it's not the fault of the sandwich. (Though it's more likely to be the fault of the sandwich than you) For whatever reason, it just doesn't work out.

Just like boys.

You build them up in your head, to dizzying heights, and eventually it has to come tumbling down. Maybe the illusion lasts for a while. Maybe all those scenarios you saw in your head come true. But it won't last. This is because there is another way in which boys are like sandwiches...

Eventually, they'll go bad. While each individual case is different and has many factors influencing it, every sandwich and every boy will eventually become gross and unhealthy and downright bad for you.

They'll probably smell pretty awful too.