Compliment... I think...

I picked 8-yo up from school one day last week, not dressed in my usual clothes, but in sharper attire.

I thought I was going to have to eat public humble pie and confess to having bought an item of clothing that I poured scorn and loathing on in a previous blog post. Jeggings. I thought I'd ranted at length about them, but on looking up that old post, it turns out, my memory was wrong. I was ranting about pyjama jeans. Pyjama jeans... *physical shudder*...

Now I probably don't strike you instantly as a jeggingsy kind of a gal, and I confess that in M&S recently, I had to ask the meaning of the word "treggings". I can't be doing with all these hybrid items. It's like layering. I've never got the hang of that. If you're cold, put on a jumper. If you're not, wear a shirt. Can't really do layering. Doesn't make sense, and looks like you didn't finish getting dressed properly. Perhaps I just had too many people in my childhood telling me to tuck my school blouse in (or "tuck yourself in" as they would say, which is a very odd turn of phrase, if you stop to think of it).

As I was saying, jeggings have not come naturally to me, but now I've taken the plunge (visual image of two M&S assistants each holding one side of a pair of jeggings, and me on a diving board above, shutting my eyes and holding my nose, stepping off and arriving, bump, ouch, into the garment), and I have to say they do look great with long suede boots, and a snappy city-dweller short mac. (Do they call them "macs" these days, or should I say "raincoat"?)

Back to 8-yo. When I picked her up, she said

"Oh Mummy, I hardly recognised you, you look so pretty".

Which I took as a compliment.

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