Welcome to the twenty-fifth post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012.
Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone.
If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com.

Okay, so this might not be rocket science or curing cancer, but today I went in search of a new pair of jeans. And I found them! Oh, the shock! Horror!

This almost never happens to me. Jeans are the one item of clothing that I find the most difficult to purchase. I can go weeks searching for, and never find anything that looks any good.

Recently, I found a hole in my current pair of jeans in a rather delicate area where holes should never be found. The kiss of death. So this forced my hand, and I’m rather glad it did. I bought two pairs of Levi’s, and I am enamoured with them. They don’t just make me look good, both pairs make me feel good. And both in entirely different ways. Sometimes a girl just has to revel in matters that bring her joy.

[Source: Levi’s]

So riding the wave of new-found jean-inspired happiness, I returned home to a quiet, sunny apartment. The American was hard at work at the golf course, and I caught up on my favourite blogs from this week. Liz Stanley’s (from Say Yes to Hoboken) Levis profile launched this week and I really enjoyed getting to know more about her.

I’m always thrown when I hear bloggers talk: they never sound how I imagine. But that may or may not be related to my internal Australian voice reading their blog…

And the funny thing was that I ended purchasing Levis Curve ID jeans. I wish I could say Levis were paying me, but alas.

I’m sure the ladies are with me on this: jeans don’t lie. If you’ve put on weight, your jeans are going to tell you. No amount of sweet talking is going to convince them otherwise. And the same goes if you’ve lost a little. They’re more honest than a mirror.

But even though I have two new pairs of jeans in my closet, they can’t replace my two special pairs of aspirational jeans. Every so often, I like to look at them and see how I’m progressing. I keep them around to inspire me to one day fit into them again. Do you do that?