Dressing up boyfriend jeans


Boyfriend jeans are so freaking comfortable that I still want to wear them those days that I want to dress up a little bit. I usually style them very relaxed, t-shirt and flats, but I really loved how edgy they looked with some heels and a blazer.

  • Getting the right type of boyfriend jeans is important. I love slim fit because they are not so slouchy (a petite with super slouchy pants hmmm not so good)
  • Another important factor is the rise! I’ve found that mid-rise usually holds the pouch in place and helps a lot with the dreaded muffin top. Sometimes muffin tops are pure effect of low-rise bottoms.
  • Heels give a more feminine touch. Block ankle heels are always my go to if I need to be comfortable but some stilettos would work perfect for a date night.
  • A good blazer on top of a camisole does wonders. I always look for some special details like zippers and different collars to make it different from the basic one.
  • Oh and fold or roll those jeans up. When they hit just where the ankle boots start they look amazing!

Have you tried them yet? If not, would you give them a chance? If yes, how else would you style them? … Keep going, it was one of those terrible days in a mom life!



Blazer: Zara (old, love this one)

Camisole: Asos (obsessed over this one)

Jeans: Zara ( love these)

Ankle boots: Vince Camuto (similar and on sale)


We moms deserve a daily award. Seriously. We survive on little sleep and make tired part of our personalities. But every once in a while that machine we call body starts malfunctioning and this is one of the many days my brain just stops working. Not the most convenient day. It probably started failing an exact week prior but I did not notice it. My sweet newly tantrum-thrower-toddler needed his 16 month well check-up. I remembered to make the appointment – I am A-W-E-S-O-M-E. But I had to reschedule since that day “it SNOWED” (yeah, after we had been told there would not be more snow) . Ron (my husband) told me to cancel it since we would get caught on traffic, slippery roads, etcetera. He plays his role as our protector really good (sometimes goes a little far though, but I listen to him anyways). I cancelled and asked to reschedule. The lovely lady on the phone asked me “when do you want it, this week or next?” I should have probably noticed her brain was apparently worse than mine because it was Friday – I guess that week wasn’t possible anymore – anyway, I said “next please, do you have any space on thursday afternoon?” she said “yes, 2.15” I said “Perfect”. I immediately created the event in my iPhone “Thursday March the 26, 2.15 pm”. Otherwise I forget.

The day came and since I avoid the “OT” (overtired) toddler like the plague, I planned my day. There was no way he could take his nap at home, so I left home before he would get sleepy. He fell asleep in the car within 10 minutes.


I celebrated and kept driving, as soon as I got to the city I parked so that he could sleep better. After an hour or so he started moving and opening his eyes. If you are a mom you know that feeling, your heart pounds faster and stronger “please, don’t wake up, don’t wake up, DO NOT WAKE UP” “sh***, he woke up”. I played it cool and started driving again hoping he would fall back asleep. He DID, yeeeyy!! I parked again next to a fire hydrant – I know GENIUS – within five minutes a police car stopped right by my side instructing me to move away. I noded and drove away but Chris woke up and this time he wouldn’t fall asleep. I drove 20 blocks uptown, then 20 blocks downtown but No. There was nothing else I could do “Earlier bedtime” I said.

I finally made it to the office, despite all the crying in the back. I walked into the building with my “yes I did it” smiley face. I got to the reception and very confidently said “Good day, I have an appointment at 2.15”. I gave her the info and turned to see the waiting room for the kids “PARADISE, he will be entertained here without my help” I thought. But then I heard “you don’t have an appointment today, it is on thursday April 2nd” …wait, wait, wait WHAT? WTF? (did not say this out loud) “no, no, no there must be a misunderstanding. I, I called last week to reschedule for next Thursday, which is TODAY” I said. “I am sorry it is not today, it is next week” she said. I remained silent trying to explain her with my eyes everything I had to go through to be there that DAY. She only said “she’s fully booked today, there’s no way she can see you”

OKAY, fake smile. I sat and called Ron, who luckily hadn’t left work to come to the appointment. “It is not today honey. It is next thursday. No, I am not crazy. BELIEVE ME. She said “thursday next week” not two weeks from today”. He laughed and said “come and pick me up and we’ll go eat something”. In my mind I was “what? did not I just tell you that we’ve been in that car for hours and now you want me to put Chris back in the car seat again and drive to the moon to pick you up? Are you insane? You must be hungry cause you’re not thinking straight” (I love the dialogues on my mind). But I only said “Okay babe. We’re coming”. I took my stroller and walked out of that office with my “yeah, I don’t know where my head is”

I walked to the car hating my husband. But then I said “Oh! I’m only 20 blocks away. It seems I’m the one hungry cause I thought I was 200 blocks away”. Chris, I am going to put you in your carseat for 10 minutes and we’ll get daddy, please be nice” He was quiet, thankfully.

We got there in minutes. I was starving so I said “I’m hungry, something fast” which equals Burger place.

I ate a whole burger with FRIES, which was ok. But the never-full-me had to start checking the place. There was this wall behind me with a milkshake drawn. Ron said “Do you want a milkshake?”, No babe. Its ok. “we’ll share it” he said. “Oookaaayy” I was SOLD. “But christopher can’t have cause he is enough OT for today and this will cause him a sugar spike and NO THANK YOU”. You see? I don’t know why I make good decisions for my son but not for myself. I am so wrong. I got my milkshake and started sipping nonstop. It was the SWEETEST thing I ever tasted, HORRIBLE but I did not know how to stop. My husband took it from me but I quickly said “no, no I need it for my pics”. My milkshake was the final accessory to my outfit as you can see. I sipped the whole way while Ron took the pics.

Obviously I got dizzy, my stomach started protesting during our way back home. All I could say was “oh God I am the worst” followed by “Babe, did you finish the milkshake?”, “GIVE IT TO ME NOW”.

We got home, Chris asleep by 7 and me? I collapsed in the couch feeling really really bad. ( But I kept sipping the last of my milkshake while watching TV). You see? (some auto control would be nice)

Update: I remembered to go the following week and had a better day.



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