This is embarrassing to admit, but I want to wear jeggings SO BAD.
You can't tell me that jeggings aren't stylish, because I know they are. I see the cool kids wearing them downtown all the time. But everytime I put on a pair, there's a little voice in the back of my head that says "you can't go grocery shopping in these-- you look ridiculous, now go and change!"
For those of you reading this, saying WTF are "jeggings?" I'm referring to a combination of "jeans," and "leggings." My sister Kelly wears her jeggings with stompy little Cowboy Boots and looks FABULOUS. So my question is this: Can I still wear jeggings now that I'm a Mom?
I know the answer is yes. It should be yes. I want it to be yes. And yet-- I'm not sure. It's not like I normally care what other people think, but, when it comes to fashion, I've always found it hard to be courageous. And, if I wore jeggings before I had the baby, I think it would be a non-issue, but I'm finding it hard to transition to new fashions now that she's here. For one thing, all of my parts have sort of shifted around. For another, I have a new 15 lb accessory that is constantly puking on, drooling on, and motorboating me whenever I go into public. Basically, I've just been wearing what I feel good and comfortable in, is that so wrong?
Have I reached the point where my sense of fashion, along with my musical taste has just been frozen in time? Is this the reason my friend's fathers still wear sweaters that look like they are straight out of The Cosby Show?
Oh sweet Jesus.
I tried to ask Sean about the jeggings but he wisely did not have an opinion. Cricket was equally worthless, having nothing constructive to add to the jegging conversation. Millie responded by throwing up on my normal jeans-- which I'm choosing to interpret as her encouraging me to be fashion forward.
Today I've decided that I really need to overcome my jegg-phobia. I want you all to know that I'm wearing the jeggings RIGHT NOW as I'm typing this. Any minute now, Millie will wake up from her nap, and I'm going to walk to the grocery store in them, not caring who might see me. So, for those of you who are locals, when you see me coming towards you in the linguine isle in my sassy, jegging-driven ensemble, I want you to high-five the shit out of me. Because, the truth of the matter is that I CAN wear jeggings now that I'm a mom. You bet your ass I can.