Friday, November 12, 2010
As we all know, I am frumpy personified. Don't get me wrong! I have my good days. But overall, well, I'm still trying to get away with wearing maternity tops and elastic waist skirts that I pretend make me look hippie or retro or something. My body has not recovered from having two children. (And the jury is still out as to whether or not the damage is permanent.) And, even though I tried the power of positive thinking, I didn't wake up this morning transformed to a size 8 with a closet full of adorable clothes. I don't have a fashion emergency. I am a fashion emergency. With an appointment to get pictures. Tomorrow.
You can see why I was in a bit of a panic.
As in jean leggings.
I've laughed and giggled at this fashion trend for months. My dear, dear readers, I laugh no more!
They were...perfect. They fit my legs, were forgiving around my belly and butt and, this is important, didn't make me look like a sausage in a casing. Or, worse, like I'm getting ready to play shuffle board on the seniors cruise.
Paired with a truly adorable pair of flats and a loose top with a cardigan, I looked trendy. And stylish. And, saints be praised, not frumpy.
I was sold. I told Becky that I was ready to get "jeggy" with it. She replied, "Don't ever say that again. Ever." while the sales clerk looked on in horror at my utter nerdom. Actually, now that I think of it, the horror could have been brought on by me laughing that I haven't worn leggings since the eighth grade. In other words, since before she was born.