Have you heard about jeggings?
Readers, after yesterday's collective tattoo catharsis, I am reluctant to trigger another fashion controversy. But due to illness I haven't been sewing anything worth discussing. It's either jeggings or demulcent recipes.
You know I don't follow fashion. Occasionally in the laundry room I'll glance at somebody's abandoned copy of Glamour or Vogue while waiting for the doggy diapers to dry (don't ask); half the time the magazine is years old and I don't even know the difference. Essentially, I dress the way you tell me to.
I see people on the street sporting strange outfits all the time, but like anything that evolves slowly, you don't really recognize the changes until you stop and think about it or you see a photo of how people used to dress and it suddenly hits you that things truly are different: OMG, nobody is teasing their hair and wearing white lipstick anymore! It's the boiling frog phenomenon.
I have noticed the trend toward tighter and tighter pants for both men and women over the last few years, but I didn't pay much attention to it. As a long-time runner with over-developed calves and thighs, I can't handle tight pants -- hence my passing flirtation with the harem variety. I hate clothes that cling, especially down below.
But yesterday, former high school classmate and fast-track-to-fashion muse Louise sent me a link to this:
I had honestly never heard of jeggings. Had you?
I fear that in asking for a pair of "Jackie O cigarette pants" what Louise really wants are a pair of jeggings but is simply too embarrassed to ask. I am hoping Louise can clarify this right here on the blog, today.
It's thanks to fashion-forward types like Louise that I have any sense of what's going on in the fashion world. I may even discard my acid wash jeans (or just take them in a few inches all over).
Seriously, when it's a proven fact that most Americans (and Westerners in general) are getting fatter, why is our clothing getting tighter?
Readers of taste and refinement, what is your take on jeggings?
For those like me, in the "Before the Parade Passes By" period of your lives, would you ever think of squeezing yourself into a pair of these?
Should jeggings be left to the kids, rail-thin celebrities, and Mamie Van Doren?
Any good demulcent recipes you care to share?
Have a great day, everybody!
UPDATE: OK, now how about leopard print pants for guys? Read this.