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Do liquid leggings and a liquid diet go hand in hand?

I did something today that I never NEVER thought I'd do. I handed over my credit card to a sales assistant at a department store and voluntarily parted with cash for, wait for it... a pair of pleather leggings (look like leather but are far tighter and very shiny)!!!

This piece of info from the girl who HATED peddle pushers, refused to wear standard black lycra leggings and was addicted to boot leg jeans. Being of a the curvy-thighed tribe, I never expected to own a pair of skinny jeans – FYI I now own two pairs of grey 'a la Kate Moss' skinnies that are my standard 'I dunno what to wear' default. I wear them with boots, I wear them with flats, I wear them with a blazer to work and with a casual tunic-style top to play.

I should've seen the warning signs when I became a skinny jeans convert... I was only a hop, skip and a twelve-step programme away from really wanting the trend that's been labelled 'liquid leggings'...

Rhianna, Khloe, Heidi, Lindsay, Ashley (or Mary Kate, I get them confused), Nicky, Posh and even my homegirl the effortlessly chic, always elegant Charlize have been rocking the trend lately. But I had, until now, been able to resist the trend and believe that it was just a cruel joke some stylist had been playing on celebs.

You see, my fashion icons are people like Anne Hathaway and Catherine Zeta Jones. I usually manage to ignore what the Hollywood brat pack are wearing. However, all this changed last week when one of my most beautiful, fabulously glamorous and always bang on trend friends showed up at her birthday dinner wearing ankle-length pleather leggings – and looking HOTTER than HOT.

I had been convinced...

Liquid leggings were not only for fashion victims, they could be for regular 9 to 5, non-celebs aswell. And... they could actually look good. In a desperate attempt to unconvince myself I asked my uber stylish friend if they were comfortable – thinking that she'd say "hell no! I'm sweating up a storm in my G-cup." Sadly, her reaction was quite the opposite:

"You've gotta get some! And buy them tight. The tighter the better. They suck in your thighs better than a pair of spanx or a two-week juice fast," she said, tucking a freshly highlighted lock of blonde hair behind her ear. "I got mine at Identity, but they're all over the place. Try Edgars," she suggested. "Edgars?" I asked, "the more conservative than Martha Stewart department store that sells sensible separates? That Edgars? My, my how times have changed..."
And so our conversation went on. I continued to be undecided until dinner was over and I climbed into the car with my hubby...

"Love," he said, "You have GOT to get a pair of those leather things Jes was wearing!"

Case closed. The very next day my search commenced for the perfect pair.

Comments

Jen said…
Hmm....liquid-leggings, eh? I didn't really like wearing tights as a kid, so I don't think I'd be in to wearing them, even if I was skinny enough lol.

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