Long, long ago, they had a bit of give stretch in order to be close-fitting jeggings, in a pre-Covid style popular before some of us (me) put on a few. I have appreciated that stretch and have used every bit of it for a while now. But, the now overstretched dust rag hangs limply along the knees and sags mightily along the derriere. The zipper is stuck, so I just pull them up and down and hope. It was time.
I could no longer read the brand and your guess of the size is as good as mine. I think they came from Marshalls, so that is where I began the hunt. I was feeling pretty confident as I have been eating clean and exercising vigorously and I filled my cart with 6 pairs in various sizes and hews and levels of waist-band give, but clearly jeggings are no more.
That first pair was so loose, I was dancing in the booth and singing the praises of exercise, The second pair, same size, did not clear my knees. The third pair would have been perfect if I was in the circus. After 6 failures, I did the walk of shame back to the racks and tried again.
One pair was clearly designed, and not marked, for pre-pubescent girls. Two, maybe three pairs were great except the zippers and modesty aspect. I was pretty discouraged, but walked in shame once more and found just 2 more pairs, hoping but not hopeful, and clearly exhausted.
I walked in shame, one more time, to my car in my paper-thin antiques wondering how anyone could order jeans that would fit on Amazon. My poor old jeans must have been even more traumatized about the fitting room adventure than I was as they gave up the fight right in the parking lot!
I wrapped my sweatshirt around my waist and headed home hoping the neighbors would see me as I did the walk of shame into the house.
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