$160 Jeans: If They're Wrong, I Don't Want to Be Right

I wasn't even in elementary school when Madonna's "Material Girl" came on the airwaves, but even as young as I was, my parents' reaction to the song sent a clear message: Materialism was bad.

Fast forward 25 years and I'm the same girl, only now I have children of my own, and I want them to understand the value of a dollar. I want them to save their money and not be materialistic, which is why I sometimes feel like a hypocrite when I wear my $160 jeans.

I allow myself few splurges. I love to shop, but I mostly shop sales and discount stores and stay within a fairly strict clothing budget. But one staple of my wardrobe, as a mom and a writer who works at home, is a good pair of jeans.

And I have many. Twelve pairs to be exact.


I have boot cut and skinnies, white jeans, ripped jeans, and dark washed. I have a pair of black jeans, a pair of gray ones, and a few pairs of boyfriend jeans. And the one thing all these jeans have in common?

They were expensive.

But they were not all $160.

That distinction is reserved for a pair of Citizens of Humanity jeans I bought on Mother's Day this year. They were too much and I knew that then, but they fit perfectly and looked so good. I closed my eyes, plunked down the cash, and bought them.

I know I should feel guilty.

I could have bought a pair at half the price and put the rest in my kids' college savings accounts. But their college accounts don't make my butt look like these jeans do. The rest of my jeans weren't cheap, but $160 felt like a crazy indulgence, like something only someone vain and materialistic would do. And yet there I was, plunking down the cash for something that wasn't even on sale.

They look almost tailored and fit me perfectly. They're the perfect wash and hit my ankles just right for boots and booties as well as heels. But more than that, they just feel sexy. When I put them on, I don't feel like Sasha, the mom.

I feel like just me.

And now as fall rolls around again and I'm pulling out the old jeans, I remember again why I bought them: They just make me feel good.

And I don't feel guilty for that.

It was a splurge, sure. But my kids didn't go hungry because of it. We could afford to do it once, if not every day. I work hard and I save.

These jeans make me feel fashionable even at a playdate, they make me feel sexy on date night, and they remind me, in some silly vain way, that I am still myself.

And that has made them worth every penny.

Do you have one major fashion splurge you love?

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