The Art of the Subzero Miniskirt
My husband and I have this thing that we do - we are both independent spirits who are as stubborn as mules, so as one might imagine, there is the odd occasion where one of us (him) has to be wrong about something. On the very rare occasion that one of us is actually wrong, we have taken to looking the other in the eye and saying, loudly (and usually in public), "you were right and I was wrong." This usually escalates to the other person, the "right" party, saying "Sorry, what was that? I didn't quite hear you..." and so the cycle repeats itself until the other is satisfied in his or her rightness and we can go on with our day. It's kind of a ritual, really.
I bring this up because I feel that I owe the universe a bit of ritual due diligence right now. You guys...I'm sorry, but we have to talk about leggings again. I know, I can't really believe it either. I have always been a proud member of the Tim Gunn "leggings are not pants" camp, but as you may remember, a recent surgery forced me into my first pair of leggings. It was never meant to be a permanent arrangement. I'm pretty much back to normal again; I can run and jump around again, and the plan was always to ditch the leggings once the initial postop phase was over.
And like the best-laid plans...well. You know.
While I still loathe the look of hoisery-like seamless leggings worn as pants, I have to hold up my hand and say to the Gods of Sportswear Separates and The Universe At Large, you were right and I was wrong.
There is indeed a place for a well-appointed legging in a grown-up's wardrobe, and that place (well, one of them anyway) is underneath a miniskirt in the winter. This is a pair of those fleece-lined leggings that you can get almost anywhere, and they are so much better than a pair of tights in winter. Seriously, if you haven't tried them, you really should. For me, it means that I can actually wear a portion of my wardrobe that might stand idle a lot of the year, either when I'm visiting Wisconsin in winter (as I am right now), or...well...all the time in Scotland.
So yeah, fleece-lined leggings. Miniskirts (oh, and thrifted sweaters like this one if you want to find real sweaters made out of actual 100% pure wool and not that tatt that you find in the stores these days). Check it out. You will not be disappointed.
I was wrong.