This week I bought*, and then wore out in public, jeggings.
At this point you’re either on the jeggings bandwagon or you’re not. For a very, very long time, I was not. But hear me out. I’ve been wanting to try skinny jeans for a while, but I’ve been either pregnant, or just recently not-pregnant for the last two fall and winter seasons. This year, I got some really cute boots for my birthday, and they need skinny jeans. And I tried to find some, but every single pair was just so uncomfortable.
Now, I know that no great fashion decision was ever made on the basis of comfort (hello, pajama jeans, are you out there?) but I refuse to be miserable in what I’m wearing. REFUSE.
Then (longest story about a pair of jeans, ever) there was a lot of jegging talk on Twitter, with people that I like and respect singing their praises. I really thought jeggings were absolutely not going to happen for me, but here’s the thing. THEY’RE COMFORTABLE. Also, cute.
Every single pair of skinny jeans I tried on bunched in weird places. They were fitted in some areas, WAY TOO FITTED in other areas, and bunchy everywhere else. Because of the miracle of Lycra, jeggings are stretchy. No bunching.
While I hereby solemnly swear I will never, ever wear leggings as pants, jeggings are an exception. Because they’re still denim, they’re more substantial than cotton leggings, and therefore you avoid some of the more unfortunate side effects of leggings-as-pants. Still, I only ever see myself wearing my now-beloved jeggings with a longer top and with boots. I do not have the proportions to wear them with flats, as cute as that looks on half of the moms at preschool.
Jeggings, I’m in love. Who knew?
*Bought with a gift card, of course, for anyone following along with my spending restrictions.