Leggings are not Pants

Well, it's a typical "winter" day in NRW today. Cold, rainy and dark. It's the kind of day I'd just like to curl up with some hot chocolate, a blanket and a good book. I've left out the obligatory fire in the fireplace mostly because I don't own a fireplace (electric or regular) and I've found that wishful thinking of something you can't have only increases your desire of it.

So: hot chocolate, book and blanket.

Unfortunately, just because the weather is crappy doesn't mean the world stops turning, which by extension means I have uni and work as per usual.

That said, my brain seems to have some desire to let me out of the house in sweats and a sweatshirt. Which, I mean, were I still in Canada, would be completely acceptable university attire. Since, however, I am in a land where sweatpants are normally not seen as acceptable wear for out-of-house (excluding for the Asis, I suppose), the mind automatically moves to leggings.

I mean, I understand that leggings are not pants.

Technically.

But that doesn't stop them from being my weekend wear since I won't get crazy looks for wearing them on the way to the grocery store or the post office like I would if I ran around in sweats.

So, I literally stood in front of my closet in my leggings this morning, trying for what seemed like quite awhile to decide on a shirt that would both cover my ass (leggings are not pants!) and would create an outfit acceptable to show up to work in.

Yeah. The only combinations I could come up with were pretty soccer-mom-esque/pulled straight out of the 80s.

I put a shirt on, all the while the "Leggings are not pants!" in my voice was getting louder and louder.

So, I gave up. Normal pants, but with the shirt I tried to combine with leggings just moments before. "But you wore this shirt with leggings dozens of times before!!!" says the little counter-voice in my head.

For a female who normally doesn't care too much about what she looks like (I know it shows), my battle with leggings sure makes me feel like a teenager again.

Bah.

I could use that blanket, hot chocolate and book more than ever right now.