Leggings and boots have been my fashion choice for winter downunder this year, and you can never have too many pairs of either, right?
So browsing the other day, I found another pair of leggings to add to my collection…nice and thick to keep the chilly mornings at bay, and in my preferred black, no patterns or stuff for me thankyew. They were One Size Fits All, so I had no qualms about not trying them on beforehand.
Now I’m a reasonably normal size: I come within the recommended BMI index (yes, I know index is redundant, bite me) by a couple of points, and apart from a wee bit of middle-aged tummy to contend with, I’m fine.
But d’ya think these bloody leggings fit me? I can get them on orright, but geezus they’re tight. I can feel my circulation slowing in my legs as soon as they’re on. And I can get them over my tummy (just) but they then hang down over my arse somewhat, leaving that horrible-feeling gap between.
Yep, they’d be One Size Fits All twelve year old girls with no hips. Maybe.
Urgghh.