I know, I know. This drives a lot of you to the brink of insanity. But I can't really help it. I love them. Really, really love them. A long tank, a cardigan, maybe a necklace or scarf, and leggings make me feel, well, the most like me.
So my apologies to those of you posting multiple "leggings aren't pants" signs.
Thursday - hair appointment & Thanksgiving: Round 1
head to knee caps - target; boots - dillards
Friday - home with these adorable midgets
again - all target
Saturday - Date Night!
look at that! real pants!
blazer & jeans - banana republic; sparkle tank - old navy
necklace - target
Full Disclosure: This is what I was wearing up until 15 minutes before Andrew got home:
You know this whole thing is another target outfit
Sunday - Dinner with Friends
at this point, it's just embarrassing - all target
Tuesday - ran errands in the freezing rain
target, target, target. And I wore real pants AGAIN!
Yea. So in the future, no more telling where things are from. If I'm wearing it, go ahead and assume I bought it at Target.