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Still Loving Leggings

I’ve been a big fan of leggings for a long time. Leggings for everyone, I say! But I do have some do’s and don’ts. Not that I’m the fashion queen, or anything, but I find when I follow those rules I feel more comfortable, and I don’t think I creep anyone out.

I’ve been wearing leggings for years, but always with a long shirt, or possibly even with a skirt or dress (sometimes I get a little crazy, I know). Most of the civilized world seems to agree that covering the girlie bits is a good idea when wearing these out as fashion (as opposed to gym attire, where apparently anything goes… I wouldn’t know, I haven’t set foot in a gym in decades, aside from an elementary school gym and that’s totally different).

Back to the point… leggings.

So, uh, yeah… I just bought myself my first pair of the seemingly ever-present Lularoe variety. I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but around here they’re crazy popular. I tried on a pair a while back, and nope, they didn’t fit. But then, the other day, a whole Lularoe store appeared in the teacher’s lounge, and what did they have? Extended sizes! Not only that, but there were several pairs from which to choose, and they were all really fun patterns. Oh. My. Gawd.

So yes, I did it. I took the plunge and bought myself a pair of rockin’ reindeer leggings, complete with festive pine trees. They’re so soft! So comfy! So cute! And I even wore them to school with a long black sweater and black boots. I got so many compliments that day, and I felt like I was in my pajamas!

Anyway, don’t be afraid of those leggings. Wear what you like. But please, do take a look in the mirror before you walk out the door. Be sure you like how you look, because if you don’t, you’ll feel self-conscious all day, and there’s nothing comfortable about that.

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Too Many Shoes?

I’m trying to simplify my life, but I have an event to go to this weekend, and I found the prefect dress for it. The only problem is that it’s navy blue and white.

“Why is that a problem?” you ask (of course if you’re a woman you already know). Yep. Shoes.

shopping-1.jpgWhat shoes to wear? I don’t have any navy blue or white shoes. I don’t even have a neutral shoe. Black. Black. And black. Oh, and some magenta ones I should really get rid of, because they hurt.

I wear a wide width (yeah, I know, no surprise) so shoe shopping is about as much fun as any other type of clothing shopping, which is to say not very fun at all. In fact, the dress came to me in the mail, hand-picked by my Dia & Co stylist. Now that, I like.

Anyway, cute dress, no shoes. That sums up my outfit, except that I need to wear shoes. In fact I need shoes (and outfits) for several events this weekend:shopping.jpg

  1. Religious service followed by semi-casual dinner
  2. More formal religious service followed by luncheon
  3. Dinner and PARTAY!!!
  4. Casual brunch

So you see, going barefoot just wouldn’t work. I needed shoes.

I finally sucked it up and went shoe shopping. Oh, that is NOT fun. Not for me anyway. I went to five stores and came up with three pairs of shoes. Why three? 165449_6_1400x1400.jpgWell, one of them had a BOGO deal going on, and I was having trouble deciding, so for ten dollars more I splurged. Now I own two pairs of brown sandals (either pair will work, trust me) and a pair of light blue flats (which will also work, I swear). Now to try on the dress with all three and figure out which ones will get the spotlight. Then I’ll build some outfits around the others, because really, those shoes deserve to be worn.


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Bra Update

So a word to the wise, when you buy a bra spend a little time getting to know it. Walk around in it. Pick things up in it. Sit down in it. See how you like it.

Maybe, just maybe, it feels pretty good for the first thirty or so minutes, but after that, not so good. Maybe, just maybe, you should keep the tags ON your new purchase and plan to spend a weekend morning in said device before fully committing.

I’m just saying, three minutes in the fitting room is probably not enough time to make a decision that can affect your well being as much as wearing a bra that hurts. There, I said it, it hurts!

Why? Because I sat down. Yes, my crime was sitting. I’m fat, dammit, and when fat people sit stuff gets all squished around and in my case that means that the underwire got forced into my ribs. Ow, ow, ow.

So yes, the bra makes the boobs look pretty darn good for 50, but it’s going to hang out in my closet most of the time. Special occasions, though, look out. Who needs all those ribs, anyway?