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I'm Not Wearing Pants!

First off, I'm guest blogging posting, whatever you call it at Becoming Bailey. Bailey's awesome and I love reading her blog, and we share a love of NCIS together. Check it out!

I finally did it. I finally jumped on the jegging train. Skinny jeans are in. And they look so cute! But I haven't been able to rock them since, well, my skater girl days.

My sweet sixteen. The only picture I could find of me in skinny jeans. Getting pop dumped on your head isn't as fun as it looks.

Skater days me.

So I've been a little sad. Because I have all these graphic tees, and I want to wear them. But I still want to look like myself now. And myself now does not look like that. Alas, I thought all was lost. Until Joice told me to try jeggings. I thought she was crazy! Jeggings, oh those mocked pants. I thought they would be even tighter than skinny jeans! And those are just unbearable! I gave them a chance though, and am quite happy. 

I thought you all would enjoy a picture of the bathrooms at work. They're stunning aren't they? Sorry I got in the way of the beauty.
I felt super cute and confident in the jeggings. I got them a size bigger than I wear so they aren't stuck to my legs and look like pants. I love the color, I love the style. They make me feel like a woman, even when I'm wearing a shirt from the little boys section of JCPenny. Plus they slip so nicely into my boots unlike real pants. Oh jeggings, I'm in love! And when people compliment my pants I'm like, actually they're not pants. They're jeggings. The pockets are sewn shut. There's a difference.




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