It’s a new year and so I, inevitably, must tell you about the new me.
The new me does LAPS.
Don’t worry. I did not take up things like “running” or even “walking briskly,” for that matter. No, I mean LAPS as in “Leggings As Pants.”
I know what you’re thinking. I, too, thought that I would never do such a thing.
But that was the old me.
The 2016 me.
She was a naive girl, who thought the presidential election probably wouldn’t get too crazy, that leggings were basically undergarments, and that life with two kids wasn’t really going to change all that much.
The 2017 me, however, is older and wiser. The 2017 me has seen some things. The 2017 me has grit, y’all.
And also, someone gave 2017 me a pair of LulaRoe leggings and I basically lost all my convictions.
Have you people worn these things? They are the most comfortable things I have ever put on my body.
At first, I took to just wearing them around my house.
“This is my new uniform,” I informed my husband. “Expect to see me in these basically every single day from now on. All other pants are dead to me.”
“But I won’t actually leave the house in them,” I declared.
It’s so cute how innocent I was.
Because less than three days passed before I found myself standing in line at the grocery store with a cart full of eggnog and wearing leggings as pants. In public. With no shame.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
In fact, I may have possibly told the woman standing in line behind me to “feel my legs! Seriously, feel them! They are like BUTTER!”
(On a completely unrelated note, I have no idea where my daughter picked up her habit of oversharing with total strangers. Such a mystery.)
Here is a picture of Scarlette and me in our matching leggings. Scarlette is wearing a skater dress but I am wearing a shirt that is teetering right on the verge of covering my post-baby bum and being too short to pull off with leggings.
I am going to blame my 24/7 leggings habit on the fact that my baby has taken to waking up 4-5 times a night to nurse while he works on cutting a new tooth.
Comfort is currently my highest priority, right behind napping, sleeping, and also napping and sleeping.
By the way, this post is not sponsored. A team of LulaRoe consultants all generously donated leggings for our Christmas NICU baskets this year, so each nurse and mama in our local NICU received a pair which was truly such an amazing gift. They didn’t even ask for me to post on my blog about it but seriously, between that and all of you donating the books for the baskets we were so touched and just overwhelmed by the generosity.
(Scarlette and me with the stack of gifts for our local NICU this year. Thanks so much to everyone who contributed!)
Anyhow, they kindly included a pair of leggings for me and Scarlette, which is how I ended up discovering that I have a deep and abiding love for these things. Especially because I am super petite (that’s code for really short) and so I never wear leggings on account of how there is always tons of extra fabric pooled around my ankles. I’m actually wearing the Tween size in these and they fit me perfectly.
So if you’re thinking of trying them out, Karalyn (some of y’all know her from scrapbooking) is the one who organized this for our gift baskets this year and she has a LulaRoe Facebook group here that you can join, which I am now stalking for backup pairs of leggings.
(My blanket scarf, however, is my other current obsession and I got it online at Jane which is also where I found some cute tunic tops to wear with my leggings before I go to one of these pop-up parties to find some LuLaRoe tops next week. Because apparently, I have gone ALL IN on this.)
(Scarlette feels the same way about her furry white vest.)
I know some people make New Year’s Resolutions about things like “running a 5K” or “finally finishing that magazine article I’ve been working on for months” but I’ve decided to go with “Leggings As Pants.”
I regret nothing.