Here's the story: I got a pair of leggings. $5 of black, stretchy, perfect-length leggings. And then, just for fun, I wore them around the house when I got home. Then I wore them to bed. Then I wore them most of the next day. And the next.
Then my moral high ground of Leggings Are Not Pants started getting foggier and foggier as the days got colder and colder and my leggings got comfier and comfier (you guys! comfier is actually a word! I googled it and everything).
And here we are. I've worn this outfit at home four times this week, and I don't really plan on wearing regular pants again. (and honestly, women survived for thousands of years without pants. are they really necessary?)
P.S. Somehow I forgot to mention I went to a blogger meet-up last week. The darling Gentri Lee was the host, and you guys, the skirt she had on was one of the top 5 best skirts of all-time. Complete with a gigantic bow in the back. Check out her post about the meet-up for more amazing sponsors, food and make-up!
P.P.S. Turns out this isn't the first time I've posted about not wearing pants...
