I love my leggings! Wear them quite often - got some cool black burnout velvet ones and a pair with little crosses on them. They look hot with boots and a long sweater or t-shirt.
“Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
and I eat men like air.”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel
They do seem to make women of all shapes and sizes look nice.
I'm only 5'5, but with long legs, so I think these would work for me.
Also, where is a good place to get them? Old Navy seems to have a very good selection. True Religion has some amazing looking jeggings, but they are way out of my budget for now.
Davina wrote:I don't really like jeggings. They're just denim leggings,
nice!
so they are the pants version of fuckin jorts
I'll have to hit Stoner with this, see what she thinks about jeggin's
Stoner wrote:
...we stopped at a restaurant to eat and I was wearing a Sludge shirt. Someone came up and asked me if I read the messageboard - I touched cloth for a split second and then said the shirt was my husband's and just looked at them retardedly.
Embarrassed to say I have a pair of "jeggings" my Mom bought for me on sale at Macy's. They fit "relaxed" though, so I don't really mind them. At least they're nicer than Pajama jeans.
IggyPopWillEatItself wrote:
Inessence wrote:Whoa. I bought a cd of a band Iggy hasn't heard of before?
Inessence wrote:Embarrassed to say I have a pair of "jeggings" my Mom bought for me on sale at Macy's.
Stoner wrote:
...we stopped at a restaurant to eat and I was wearing a Sludge shirt. Someone came up and asked me if I read the messageboard - I touched cloth for a split second and then said the shirt was my husband's and just looked at them retardedly.
purplrex wrote:Leggings=No.
Jeggings=Hell no.
Yoga pants=Only if I'm doing yoga or something like it.
I just spent $80 ordering yoga pants with faux belt loops, pockets, and zipper to be able to wear them to work. Yeah, they saw me comin'.
what the fuck is a faux belt loop?
Stoner wrote:
...we stopped at a restaurant to eat and I was wearing a Sludge shirt. Someone came up and asked me if I read the messageboard - I touched cloth for a split second and then said the shirt was my husband's and just looked at them retardedly.