Black (Legging) Death.

So a second blog post in a single day is usually either a really fantastic sign (something amazing has happened that I just can't wait to share!) or something especially terrible (I am here because I just need to write out all of this frustration!). This time it is neither...although I could argue that the death of a favourite clothing item is a pretty terrible thing. 

I am one of those moms that only own a single pair of jeans. I usually reserve them for special "casual dress" occasions like the school BBQ or going shopping in town when I want to look like I spent more than 5 minutes throwing my outfit together (like 8...). Today is not one of those days. Today is one of the other 360 days of the year where I have pulled on a pair of my old faithful black leggings. 

So for those of you that haven't been privy to the new trend - leggings are now considered pants. This is an amazing development for those of us that have been wearing them for years as an alternative to actually getting 'dressed' and are now considered 'trendy'. I am still not brave enough to don the bold patterned style that I see everywhere (that and I am not exactly a size 2...I am pretty sure my legs in giant rainbows would scare small children!) but my black leggings have gone from a staple in my closet to.... a 'trendy' staple in my closet. So hence my dismay when this afternoon I noticed a small hole on the inside thigh seam of the pair I was wearing. Now those of you who wear leggings know that there are two types of people when it comes to finding holes in our clothes. There are those that will whip out the needle and thread and stitch that bad boy up good as new lickity split, then there are those that will poke at that little hole until the previously wearable pair of leggings now look like something out of an 80's music video. I will give you one guess as to which type of person I am. 

So here I am, mourning the loss of one of my closest friends, whose blackness previously covered up all of the lovely varicose veins four pregnancies has left me with, and whose stretchy firmness helped lift the bum that my 30's have seen descend into a realm significantly lower than it resided in my 20's. 

Rest in Pieces Black Leggings...see you later in the scrap pile where I will Pinterest you into something magical my kids can use...like Barbie sleeping bags...