Last week I was preparing to visit the Northern Territory for the first time.
Excited to swap Melbourne’s cold and rain for heat and (less so) humidity, I scrambled to locate my trusty pair of denim shorts from last summer.
They didn’t go past my hips. Cue panic.
Second only to jeans shopping (oh, and bikinis), looking for a good pair of denim shorts is like buying an avocado and eating it when it’s perfectly ripe. Impossible.
High-waisted, perfect blue wash... RIP my loves. Thanks for the memories.
You might find a pair in a wash that you like, only to discover they're either indecently short to the point that they're basically knickers or they're an awkward just-above-the-knee length that nearly cuts off circulation in your thighs.
The boy-fit ones you contemplate will be stocked in everything but the size you actually want and the only pair that even comes close will cost you an arm and a leg. Oh, and you want them high-waisted? Make that two arms.
After roaming the CBD for an afternoon, I tried on close to 12 pairs and left with zilch. During a late night-before excursion to Kmart to pick up a few essential items I'd forgotten (sunscreen, industrial strength insect repellent) I wandered into the clothing section with expectations below zero. (Watch: Women confess the items they spend way too much money on. Post continues after video.)
Then I saw them.
High waisted. A dark wash. A bit of stretch. Short length that extended beyond the knicker line. A $7 price tag. Of course, they were going to be too good to be true, but I tried them on anyway.
I almost cried tears of joy.