Jeggings. They look like jeans.
Except that I can do impromptu lunges in them.
They are not unlike the pair of stretchy jeans that Robyn had in 2002 that Trisha and I used to fight over, except that those had actual front pockets, not just decorative illusions.
These do have back pockets and, weirdly, a change pocket.
But why am I wearing my boots in these pictures? Jeggings are skinny, kidlings. I am not quite used to seeing all of my foot in this way.
Also, your entire ass-crack will be showing when you sit down, if you are not careful. So wear a belt (they have belt loops!) or a long shirt, or just throw your decency out the window. Whatever.
In other, non-jegging news, I am loving the shit out of a bolo tie I got at a clothing swap last weekend. I wore it to Super Bowl yesterday because I do not own any football-, Wisconson-, or Pennsylvania-themed items, but the Bowl was being played in Texas, and I feel delightfully Texan in this.
Y'all.
2 comments:
I saw some on sale at Target the other day, and it was honestly the elastic waistband that killed it for me. But I want you to know I've gone so far as to take them off the rack to try on before running the other direction. I sense that I'll cave eventually, if only for "athletic" purposes. It's what I'm telling myself.
I adore jeggings. Having big ole hips but skinny legs, most skinny jeans are not in fact skinny on me. But finding them long enough is a bitch. So I'm saving my pennies for Gap ones. I will not, however, be saving my pennies for a bolo tie. Those are all yours, toots. ;)
P.S. 'Tis a secret (and therefore shall not be mentioned on le blog), but I'm coming to Vancouver for a weekend in April to surprise a college friend.
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