Actually, one girl in my Religion and Politics class way back in third year did wear her matching long underwear top and bottoms to class one day. I was embarrassed for her. She was also rather, um, "curvy" and being "curvy" her long underwear was tight in some place and loose in others. It was also somewhat transparent in the the tight places. It was awful for everyone involved. She was also a rather fashion forward individual (for a poor university student) and I was kind of appalled that she'd worn her Christmas morning underwear to class. It was February or something. Get with, people.
Anyway, leggings. I think we can all agree that they aren't pants. If leggings were pants they would be called pants. I think we can also agree that they're kind of an interesting trend. I have about a million pairs of leggings, but most of them were purchased from the figurative bargain bin with the express purpose of going under things like dresses and skirts. Leggings are great for short dresses because they add a whole new level of modesty to an otherwise scandalous outfit. True story. The only thing you have to remember is that they're not pants but are actually a tights/long underwear hybrid that, if pulled too tightly in, for example, a forward bending motion, will show off your underwear through the material.
I'm glad we've covered that. Because that's what I want to talk about.
I too am "curvy." I am not, however, as curvy as the girl that forgot to get dressed in my Religion and Politics class. Not that you ever got a visual of that. Either way, I am also not a fan of showing off my underwear or my less favourite curves or, as sometimes the case may be, my lack of. Because I'm largely missing that lovely lady lump in the back. Running is helping. Minutely.
Anyway, it took me a really long time to stop making fun of people wearing leggings as pants and admit to myself that I really wanted to get on that train, too. Sometimes you don't want to wear jeans. Leggings, when done tastefully, are like the office equivalent of yoga pants. I mean they feel like them, they don't look like them. At least I hope they don't because I wear them all the time.
The trick for me with attempting to pull of the leggings in lieu of pants look was to make sure that my least curvaceous asset wasn't out there for the world to see. My leggings are from Costco, after all. They are not going to rescue me from the shame of stretched fabric as I bend to pick something up off the floor. Not that I bend to pick things up off the floor with my bum in the air, but you know what I'm getting at here. So I wear longer shirts with long tank tops under them. Surprisingly enough, I get them from Old Navy (the tall section on their website, and thanks to free shipping on orders over $50 and free returns I can buy three $5 tank tops and a couple pairs of shoes and return the shoes for totally free to the store).
I also really enjoy wearing leggings because they fit so nicely under my boots. No bunching, no nothing. Fun times.
The thing is, I'm a total hypocrite. I mock people who wear leggings with shirts that don't cover their bums. I'm talking leggings that aren't built to handle that much bum showing; I know there are tons of leggings out their know whose sole purpose is to masquerade as pants and look terrible on me. At least with me, my shirt baaaarely covers my bum. Okay, feel free to heap scorn on me.
The reason I wear leggings is mostly because they're comfortable. I can't play Twister in them without showing everyone my undies (I've tried) but for the office I like them. I also never delude my self into think I'm wearing pants when I've got leggings on. I know I made human decency take a hit when I opted for the office equivalent of yoga pants without the pants.
I guess the big question and reason I ranted about leggings is this: What do you think? Are leggings an abomination to the very idea of getting dressed in the morning, or do you think they're a legitimate excuse to wear long shirts that barely cover your backside and never spend too much time bending over?
Yep, this is as good as it gets on the blog today.
But tonight? There's a 50% chance I'll have time for a run (25 minutes after a week off... Oh dear.), a 100% chance I'll be eating nachos for dinner, followed by cookie making, and an 80% chance of watching White Christmas. In leggings.
Because tomorrow is my last. Day. Here.