Blue Denim

Thank you, Mom.  Thank you for buying me my first pair of Levi’s when I was in the 5th grade.  My friend Ann had a pair, my friend Valerie had a pair, and even my friend Kathy had a pair, I think.  I didn’t know what Levi’s were exactly, but I knew one thing:  those pants, they wrinkled behind the knees!  I guess they got all wrinkled when you sat down and your legs were bent; like when sitting in class behind a desk all day.  But the best part was, when you stood up, the wrinkles stayed there and that was cool!  Very cool.  At least to me.  My pants, not so much.  Because you see, Toughskins from Sears were not cool.  I don’t think they even qualified as jeans.  Or at least they didn’t in 1978. Certainly they were not blue denim.  They were all large and roomy and funny colored (burnt umber?) and funny patterned (paisley tweed?) and they were made of some kind of strange material that wouldn’t wrinkle behind the knees even if you sewed them into little “behind the knee pleats”.  They may be different now.  I don’t know.   I haven’t checked Sears lately because of that whole thing when I was in the 6th grade and store security thought I stole I bottle of nail polish, only I hadn’t, and I was scarred for life from the accusation and the meeting with the lawyers and all that, so I avoid the store like I avoid the plague, whenever and wherever I can. 

I am pretty sure though, given the school cliques and fashion fads of the late 70s and early 80s that if you hadn’t bought me that pair of Levi’s, I’d have been shunned forever once I hit middle school.  I’d have been one of the nerdy kids without friends who dressed poorly not because they were poor but because their parents didn’t realize fashion was becoming the judge and jury of their kid’s lives.  As it was, I stared at my friend’s backsides the entire Spring of 5th grade, both at and below their waists, desperately trying to figure out just what exactly, they were wearing.  I didn’t understand that Levi’s were properly categorized as blue jeans.  I didn’t understand that Levi’s was a brand.  I didn’t know about brands.  I knew about pants.  Some pants wrinkled behind the knees and some (mine) did not.  It took me a while to understand the word was Levi’s.  I described it to you as a word on a brown square on the back of the jeans above the pocket and that the jeans wrinkled behind the knees and OMG!  I had to have a pair.  Please? Please? Please?!  And eventually I worked up the nerve to ask a friend where she got them and she told me, and I told you, and you took me there and angels sang the Halleluiah because now my pants would wrinkle behind the knees too! 

And from there I was pretty much set.  I came to understood the power of  brands just as they became important.  I learned about things like Izod and Calvin Klein and Gloria Vanderbilt and Sassoon Jeans and Docksiders and Vans and O.P. (who the hell thought corduroy shorts would be a good idea?) and I had just enough of these fashion essentials to get by.  Just enough to fit in.

But that first pair of Levi’s.  I wore them out!  I wore them until they were two sizes too small and threadbare and even then I couldn’t bear to part with them.  I cut the legs off and wore them as shorts for just one more summer and then eventually, I sewed up the bottom leg holes and stuffed them with old rags and clothes that didn’t fit and sewed up the waist and I made a pillow out of those Levi’s.  It was the heaviest pillow in the world, considering I’d stuffed it full of my old Toughskins, but it was mine.  A cool pillow that looked like a pair of Levi’s denim shorts.  My Levi’s. Thanks, Mom. 

***     ***     ***     ***     ***     ***     ***     ***     ***     ***

Author’s note:  This essay is an entry in July’s group writing project over at MommaBlogga.  This month’s theme is “Thanks, Mom.” and participants were asked to write about something they are grateful to their mothers for.  A winner will be picked at random to recieve a $30 Amazon gift card.  Go ahead and participate.  You can win!  I know it’s possible because last month, I was the lucky winner!  Yes, Really!  Look here.  So you see?  All you have to do is enter and this month, the winner could be you!  But, uh, I hope it’s me again 😉

Advertisements

16 Comments

Filed under blue jeans, cliques, fads, fashion, group writing project, Levi's, life, middle school, mom, Sears, thanks, Toughskins

16 responses to “Blue Denim

  1. This post made me really laugh out loud.

    I was the same with a pair of Levis that I had, but I didn’t make them into a pillow, I did cut the legs off when they got too short and made them into shorts but then I sewed up the legs and added a handle and made a hand bag.

    It was so cute and sassy that all the girls in school followed suit…it felt really cool to have started a trend instead of following one.

    I still have that bag somewhere..I think it is packed away in the loft..I really must dig it out one of these days 🙂

  2. What a fun entry! I’m glad you were able to express your gratitude to your mom for something so simple.

    Thanks for participating!

  3. Jeans were so important back then to us, weren’t they? Now it seems I try to find ones that just don’t make my butt and legs look big 🙂

    I remember the year my dad bought my brother Toughskins. I think they were the dusty ones on the back shelf because all 3 pairs were bell bottoms, and this was in the mid-80’s!

  4. Great post! And thanks for the good reads to help me bide the time while stuck in Chicago Midway airport! 🙂

  5. ingénue

    I was greatly intrigued by this post. Levi’s wrinkle behind the knees? Something I’d never THINK to notice!

    I do know all about the fashion thing though. My mom was buying me dark boot-cut denim when everyone was wearing stone-washed skinny jeans. And don’t even get me started on the sweater vests.

  6. Hi Janine and thanks for visiting! I hear you on the jeans. These days if my jeans wrinkle behind the knees they are way too tight. Now I’m thankful for the wide legged trouser look.

  7. AbsolutelyBananas – sorry to hear about the delay. I hope you make it home soon!

  8. ingenue – it’s funny, even when the dark denim is “in” I have trouble buying it since it was “out” most of my youth.

  9. Oh, I remember those years. The only way my parents would buy me Levi’s (or Gap jeans) was if I paid the difference between Toughskins and Levi’s.

    Being a kid with very limited means, this was downright impossible for me and so I lived in Sears clothes.

    Ah well. I turned out normal. I think.

  10. summershine

    This was a very fun post. Thanks!

  11. I love your post! I’m still chuckling!

  12. This had my tummy hurting from laughter. I was like that in 3rd grade over a pair of Jordache, it was something abut the horse. 🙂 Thanks for sharing.

  13. Congrats on winning the contest. I would thank my mother for teaching me how to eat yogurt even if you don’t have a spoon. You just fold the plastic lid into a scooping device and enjoy!

  14. abarclay12 – That’s not a bad way to go. If you have a straw and yogurt that’s not too chunky, you can suck it up thru a straw. I’m kind of grossed out by that but that’s how my son’s preschool class does it.

  15. Pingback: July Group Writing Project « Raising boys - and how they raise me!

  16. Pingback: Mama Bloggas July Group Writing Project Links.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s