I’ve been alternating between two pairs of jeans lately depending on how frumpy or not-so-frumpy I feel. There is my pair of mom jeans from Topshop that I wear to do chores. By chores I mean running errands. Basically the stuff your mom did when you were at school and she wasn’t trying to impress the PTA or your dad, whereas with me I’m not trying to impress anyone with my behind, so ignore me while I look for cayenne pepper on isle 3. My other jeans, however, are for those times when I want to show the world the results of a dedicated workout. These would be my high-waist skinny jeans from Acne. Mind you, they don’t stretch that much but they do hold everything in place. I mean … everything.