Today I was walking home from the preschool drop off that has become our morning routine. I treat myself to a small chai from Starbucks once a week (despite the fact that I can make it myself, it still tastes better when someone else makes it) and I tweeted:
It’s that last word I am kind of laughing at myself about. This is the conversation I have with myself, you guys: “Jeggings? Yeah, I wear them. Seriously? Yeah but they’re so comfy!”
For the benefit of my mom, who probably doesn’t know what jeggings are, these are denim leggings. They’ve also evolved into cotton leggings printed to look like denim, but they are meant to simply be really tight and thin ankled jean leggings. I bought my pair at a garage sale, of all places, brand new, for $1. Really. The brand is some brand I’ve never heard of, and I like them because they have back pockets and (Yeah, I’m gonna admit this) an elastic waist band, and so they feel like yoga pants. I own a single pair of yoga pants, which I wear for (of all the crazy places) the occasional yoga class I manage to make it to.
Here’s me in my West Coast Mom Army uniform (Never mind the looking off into the universe look on my face. Also, here is a better looking photo that the flash didn’t go off for, thus rendering it useless to illustrate the outfit but definitely nicer lighting) :
Jeggings. Yet another thing I swore I’d never do, although with let Kale watch TV, swear in front of my kid, or give gifts from Santa.