My daughter has been trying for some time to get me to buy leggings. I have given her every reason for me not to buy the damn things and why they simply are not appropriate for a woman of my age. She has argued that with the type of tops and blouses that I wear leggings would be more than fine for me to wear. Nope, no way honey, not going to happen.
I bought a pair of leggings. Now I must admit that we all have a tendency to see things in the mirror that others do not. We either see ourselves as drop dead gorgeous or we look in that piece of glass and see a hideous monster. Now there are a few of us who try to be honest with what we see but we tend to lean toward the side of caution because we have enough sense to know we are not God's gift to the world. We have flaws. I tend to fall into the middle of the road and even lean at times toward the monster thing. Hell I make it a point to try and not look at myself in the mirror of a morning and if it is necessary to do so, I sneak up on it. Hey I'm not some spring chicken and I know that the woman looking back at me is a lot older than I like to be reminded of. Back to the leggings. Damn I have to say I look pretty damn good in them. I don't have the perfectly perky butt that I had in my twenties and yes the legs to have some years on them but cover that up with the leggings and since fortunately my ass hasn't sunk down to my knees in the back they look damn good on me.
I can't say that I'm not proud of this because obviously I am but that doesn't mean I have the courage to wear them out in public. I love long lose tops that flow and move as I do, OK I have a thing for the dramatic when it comes to what I wear. You only have to look at some of my pics to know this. Anyway these long flowing tops look good with the darn things so now I don't know what to do. Wear the damn things and turn my nose up the the acceptable concepts for women of my age, something I'm not really known for, and wear the them? I know that if I ask my daughter she is going to tell me to go for it. She is a big believer in being a free spirit and she does tend to encourage my sense of individuality. God I love that that young woman.
So I ask you, should this over the hill old bat who evidently isn't in too bad of shape chance it? What's the worse that can happen? I end up in one of those photos that people take at Walmart and post all over the internet? I've had worse happen to me. Hell going into a Walmart is torture in my book anyway. The only thing I hate worse than that place is the mall, any mall. I don't like shopping period.
Anyway anyone who wants to can weigh in on the whole thing and I may or may not listen to you but it would be nice to hear what you say. I might even get brave enough to put them on and take a picture myself and post it. I promise the top will be covered as well. I do think that the effect would be better served if I put a bag over my head when I do it. Not to hide my identity but to protect your delicate eyes from the total package. Like I said I sneak up on myself in the mornings and try to avoid looking at myself all together so why should I subject the poor unsuspecting person the scare of their lives.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?