I was finally (basically) fitting into a pair of my pre-pregnancy jeans, when I sat down on my couch in said pants to a swift rrrrrrrriiiiiippppppp. And thar she blows. I cannot tell you how uplifting it is when a combination of your poor physical state and the sheer aged-ness of your clothing causes your wardrobe to self-destruct. I temporarily resigned myself to the yoga pants that got me through my third trimester and beyond. But these German ladies really intimidate a would-be slob like myself. I am, for example, the only person - including the instructor - who shows up to my yoga class in workout clothes.
The solution? Hide that junk in your trunk with some of today's waistline-friendly style fads. I have opted for the so-called "boyfriend jeans" and leggings. Boyfriend jeans are meant to look like you borrowed them from the boy in your life; thus baggy and beat up. Leggings are gloriously stretchy and are meant to be worn with large tops. Katie Holmes and Lindsay Lohan may be wholly irrelevant as actresses, but they've done me a solid on the fashion-front. Seconds on dinner? Yes, please!
And don't worry about how I will I fit into my bridesmaid dress. That's when timeless style comes in. I'm talking S-to-the-panx.
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