I try to keep things in perspective. I really do. I’m a laid back kinda person but today, folks, I wore myself some skinny jeans for the first time. Awhile back, Little Totsy tried to get me to buy some but I wouldn’t. I thought those things were for real young folk. However, it hadn’t escaped me that everybody who wore skinny jeans shouldn’t have been wearing them but of course, that’s my opinion. I’m just sayin’.
Well, I worked those jeans pretty good, folks. I didn’t know I had it in me. Correction: I didn’t know I still had it in me. And I’m gonna be real honest with you. I thought I looked so good, I could hardly sit my ass down. I kept finding places to walk to so folk could see me. To the restroom. To this office and that one. To grab a bite to eat. To this and that building. If someone wanted me to go somewhere with them, I’d hop up like a jack-in-the-box, ready to go show off again. It’s a wonder I didn’t trip and fall somewhere. You know how shit happens, right?
Not only was I walking everywhere I could think, I was thinking about myself a lot too. You ever do that? You know, it was nothing deep of course. Just vain shit ’cause I was full of vanity today, right? I even got to thinking when I went outside wearing my abaya, ‘It’s too damn bad I gotta wear this thing so nobody else will enjoy me in my skinny jeans.’ I was truly trippin’, right? I told folk today, “I look so good today, I won’t be going straight to the compound,” as if I had car keys to go somewhere different, knowing damn well that’s the exact place the bus would be headed. That’s where it’s always headed.
On the bus this morning, I told my manager, “Just so you know, on the last day here (since we’re moving), I’m going to the corner store without my abaya.” I may get me another pair of skinny jeans for that occasion with a pair of stilettos and send a shout out to Linda before I get hauled off to the big house.
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Now wait a darn minute! “The uploader has not made this video available in your country.” Say what? You can get Beyonce over there but I can’t get it here? I know you were rocking those skinny jeans. If you ever visit me, you can wear them to my corner store and impress the heck out of the handsome Jamal. When you moving again?
Alex must’ve changed the settings on your computer before he left.
Yep, I can get Beyonce. Not everywhere that happens though. I’m surprised myself, now that you mention it.
I think Jamal’s only got eyes for you. I wouldn’t be that big of a distraction standing next to a real diva such as yourself.
Moving next month sometime.
Not available here either and I’m in Harlem, NYC — unless they, whoever they be, consider that a foreign country!
You go, Totsymae! Woo hoo!
And thanks for sharing Linda’s blog. I checked it out and I love it!
Linda’s adorable, witty, smart and a diva. I’m glad you visited her.
Rock those skinny jeans, you hear me?
Heeeeeyyyyy….:-)
What do you attribute this too my friend? Perhaps the tent you spend your time outside in with the heat creating a sweat lodge.
This is just for you:
Ha!!! That ole school funk…Thank you.
My favorite! Saw them in concert back in the day, during the P-Funk Mothership Connection tour 2 times. Those were the days. Had this on vinyl, then tape and now CD; this is the music I love and still jam to.
Tight jeans and stiletto heels are definitely the way to strut your vanity on your last day there, Tots! Just don’t expect us to send the Marines in after you, okay?
You telling me you don’t have my back?
Yuk to skinny jeans on ANYONE.. I am NOT a fan… but I enjoyed the video Totsymae
Awww, Cherry. Don’t bring sour milk to the party.
Truth will out Totsymae.. it’s in my nature
For You, My Skinny Jeaned Bitch! xxxx
Next time I sport my skinny jeans, I’ll be walking to this beat.
I’m not a big fan of skinny jeans either, but every once and a while someone wears them who really can. You go girl!
And the girl is gone…:-)
Wait a minute. I am clearly behind in my fashion know-what-the-hell-you’re-talkin’-’bouts. Because I thought “skinny jeans” were the ones you wear when you lose weight.
Of course, having not lost any weight in quite a while I could simply be in a time warp.
But Tots, I am sure you look mahvelous.
Trust me, I only know what they’re called because of my daughter, or I’d be behind in my fashion sense too. Since I’d been wearing floor-length skirts since I’ve been here, I decided to try something different for a change.
Thank you.
If anyone deserves to be wearing skinny jeans, it’s you, Totsy! It would make for a great finale to your time there!
Thank you.
I thought it would be a grand finale too. Now, if only I could get somebody with less sense than me to sign up for the ‘Skinny Jean Rally.’
I kinda like being old enough to ignore anything that is not comfortable. See? That’s how old I am, Tots. And I got here by having lots of opportunity to have my turn at HOT. It’s your turn!
On the contrary, they are comfy. At least mine were.
I’m sure you’ve still got some sexy in you worth struttin’.
My view on five minute fashion – if you can carry it off, go for it. However, there is a time in every woman’s life when age and body have to decide if what they are slipping over their legs is really meant for them. It’s a personal thing. I think a woman always ‘has it in her’ she just forgets.
I’ve had this tab open since yesterday so I wouldn’t forget. Getting into skinny jeans is NOT my concern. I can barely remember the skinny jeans years now! I used to wear bikini panties because they were sexy; now they simply fit under my belly nicely. The transition from sexy to senior is uncomplicated if you maintain a sense of humor! Behave yourself, Tots. And, do lots of praying for Ramadan since you’re gonna’ need all the help you can get to stay out of the desert jail…
Who was the Moroccan woman who wrote a fascinating book titled something like “Twenty Years In a Desert Jail”? Dang, getting senile had it’s drawbacks…
Rock out in your skinny jeans, Tots!