Every time I come to Europe, I think my jeans are too baggy. Tall or short, thin or curvy, old or young; all the women look as though they’ve spray-painted on their pants. I wanted to blend in with them. So this visit, instead of bringing jeans from home, I bought two pairs here. They are a size smaller than my usual, and were purchased from a boutique with an area in the dressing room where you could lay down on your back in order to pull on your pants. I hit the streets triumphant in my new duds. It only took a half hour of people-watching to conclude that, once again, I am wearing the Italian equivalent of mom jeans. 🙂