Forgive me, Alexa
In my defense, let me first say the following:
1. I live in what is supposedly the "fashion" "capital" of the "U.S." And thus, alongside all the sleekly coiffed, impeccably dressed humanity, there is a great deal of fashion victimhood. Mukluks? Prairie skirts? Gauchos? Dresses over pants? We have seen it all. I also work in an industry particularly prone to retarded fashion, to follow-the-trends-at-all-costs. And when you are surrounded by otherwise sane women wearing skinny jeans and leg warmers, day in and day out, you begin to lose your grip.
2. I hate maternity pants. They are just too damn uncomfortable. And believe me, I have ordered (not allowed to actually go shopping, remember) and returned about 20 pairs.
3. I was going to write something here very complicated about skirts and footwear and bare legs and cold weather, but let's face it, it's all just rationalization.
And so, despite the fact that I have sworn up and down that, having come of age in the darkest hour of fashion (I turned 18 in 1991), having worn more pairs of heinous leggings in my lifetime than I can count, I would never, EVER wear anything remotely legging-like ever again, what did I do?
No, I did not purchase leggings. But I purchased two pairs of the legging's cross-eyed half-sister--the footless tight. (Maternity--yes, even the preggos can share in fashion's demise.)
On Thursday, I went back to the office for a brief check-in, and I wore the accursed garment--not with a butt-skimming sweatshirt, at least I have better sense than that. With a very cute little dress and beaded flats. I actually got lots of compliments on the outfit, and [whisper]I thought I looked cute, too.[/whisper]
So, I'm sorry. I seem to have crossed over to the dark side. Pray for my soul.