A bad habit I picked up while pregnant was a love of leather – or let’s face it, PLEATHER – leggings. I felt so down, so gloomy, so down-trodden and put upon during those months that I went slightly barmy and wore them all the time under vast baggy shirts to go out at night. I felt like they said: I AM STILL A PERSON!
I chucked them out once I’d had Sam; “my life is just so, so over”, I thought – “I don’t want to even catch sight of those pleather bastards scrunched up like a black bin bag in the corner of my bottom drawer.” Plus, they were a size 14 and I had high hopes of losing weight.
But now – despite not being pregnant – I think pleather leggings might actually be completely adorable. Worn with the wrong things, a tight top, anything with lace, heels (during the day), you look duly crazed. But worn with a large grey sweater like this,
(ignore strappy shoes), and a pair of trainers and, I don’t know, a large beanie hat, it takes the edge off what might otherwise be a monstrously dreary outfit.
Some other nice photos of leather leggings I’ve pinched off the internet are these:
Again, ignore the prissy clutch and the ballet flats: pleather leggings will also work with a checked shirt like this one, or a denim shirt. You just have to make sure the top is long enough because the camel toe with a leather legging is BRRRRR horrible.
I bought a pair today from that slag’s paradise Caldezonia, which don’t look nearly as cheap as they are (£22).
If actual pleather makes you reach for your bottle opener you can also get these shiny lame leggings – £37 – from American Apparel. I know, terrifying picture, but they do the job.