I have a general rule of fashion: if I was old enough to wear it the first time it was in style, I’m too old to wear it when it (inevitably) comes back around.
Recently, however, I caved in and broke that rule for an article of clothing that got me through the ’80s: leggings.
I didn’t break my rule lightly. I spent more than a year taking in the various incarnations of leggings, jeggings, yoga pants and sweats that are ubiquitous on a college campus (where I work), determining what sort of fashion statement I did (or didn’t) want to make. I’m at least thirty years older than these young adults, and the combinations that looked youthful and vibrant on them would look out of place (to say the least) on me. Not only that, but I no longer possess the twenty-something body of a college student or the yoga-toned body of some of my peers. Coverage would be key.
Last fall, after dusting off one pair of leggings that had survived the purge of BC (before child) clothing, I began acquiring new leggings and, along with them, sweaters that offered appropriate coverage. Fashion-wise, a hit. Storage-wise, a challenge.
The leggings were easy — at least at first. They fold flat, don’t wrinkle and can even be stuffed into small spaces if necessary. The long blouses that accompanied them in the fall were easy to accommodate as well; they are the stuff for which traditional hangers were made.