I don't care what anybody says...

It was at New York and Company, my favorite store, that I found them. A whole rack of them tucked in and amongst a huge cluster of new arrivals. At first I thought they were a mirage.

Those can't be what they look like...can they?

But they were. Right here smack dab in the middle of 2008.

A whole entire rack of black leggings.

It's not like I haven't been warned. La Lohan has been at it for a year or more. And not in a good way. More like in a, "Holy sh!t, woman, put some pants on!" kind of way.

Somehow, still, I wasn't prepared to be confronted with leggings right here in P to the KY (word!). Because back in the day? I LOVED me some leggings. Seriously. You could make all KINDS of stuff work with a pair of black leggings underneath. Big blouses. Big blazers (or boyfriend jackets). Big sweaters. Heck, BIG TEE-SHIRTS. They could work with pumps (not the tee-shirts, the leggings, I'm not THAT crazy). They could work with boots (mmmm...boooots...).

And just like that? Me and the leggings? Somehow found ourselves in the dressing room together. Also? Cute little tunics. Because that's what you wear leggings with these days. Cute little tunics. The minute I pulled on those leggings and sunk into the long forgotten stretchy cotton goodness that are a good pair of black leggings (come back Express!) ? Ohh. People. Yes..YES...YES!!!

And suddenly? In my head? You know what it was, right? It was...



Remember? Back in the days before Madge was Madge and she had a real face and the faint traces of pit hair and a human belly with a hint of an actual pooch that she wasn't afraid to showcase in a video? Ah, yes. Those were the days. The halcyon, heady early days of the black legging.

So of course I bought them. AND a tunic. None of which was on sale (normally a big no-no in my world these days). [Disclaimer: They are NOT ankle-length. They are calf-length. Because ankle-length IS wrong.]

But the thing is? I had to.

...cause I know. They're gonna make everything all rye height.