There are those moments of childhood so traumatizing they remain permanently burned into your memory.
As a child my mother had a penchant for spandex. And not the simple black leggings we see today. She wore shiny spandex adorned with a full-on leopard print. We called them her Peggy Bundy pants. And like blue jeans, my mother thought they went with everything – the reason they were on pretty heavy rotation for what I recall being years. She’d wear them anywhere clothes were required. To the grocery store, to the library, to the airport – and the most memorable times during trips to my elementary school.
So here I am – 25 years later – donning snow boots, tie-dye stretch pants, and a mismatch shirt. I hope to make Avery proud.
Long live Peggy Bundy pants!! Xoxo!
Oh just call them ‘yoga pants’ instead of Peggy Bundy pants and they’re totally ‘in’.
Happens to the best of us, I’ve noticed for a while but have yet to share with my mom! lol
… and I agree with Alexus, you’re in Denver…. just call them Yoga pants and your all good.