So someone recently asked my opinion on formspring about leggings as pants, and I basically said that I’m okay with them if you’ve got the legs for them. Because, readers, I live in a college town. And the leggings-as-pants that I’ve seen, well, they are either really impressive or really bad. And because trends in a college town seem to spread to every single girl in every single bar (WHY GOD WHY ARE GIRLS STILL WEARING JEAN SKIRTS WITH HEELS)…well, most days I just see the bad.

The next day someone commented on how small my thighs were, and I was all why thank you now let me go put on some leggings! Actually, I know for a fact that the person who complimented me is  anti-leggings-as-pants and I don’t think even my thighs are going to sway her from this. So I implemented my second rule for leggings-as-pants, and that’s the rule where my top should cover my butt.

Top, Marshall’s (because if I couldn’t find a new purse I wasn’t going home empty-handed)

Leggings, Target

Flats, Payless

Oh, and I’m not mad though that picture makes it out to be. I’m just wondering if the timer is on and if it’s ever going to – OH THERE IT TOOK A PICTURE GREAT. Happens every time.

So there you have it: I wore leggings. As pants. I’m not saying I’m proud of it, I’m just admitting that I did it.

Okay, here we go again.

I knew this was going to happen. I KNEW IT. But you know what? There’s no point fighting it.

You see, once you buy a purse that costs over $50 there’s no going back. And sure, some of you scoff at that price, but that’s because you slid down that slippery slope long ago. My first big girl bag cost around $80 and shortly after receiving it and petting it and loving it I wanted more.

Worse, I wanted bigger and better. Because once you’ve been exposed to nice leather and size and quality, really, where else does one go but up? It’s like finally breaking down and buying the expensive Pearl tampons. YOU WILL NEVER LET YOUR COOCH SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS.

So I need a new bag, and I’ve set aside money for a new one. I scouted TJ Maxx and Marshall’s first because, seriously, every time I’m in there I come across some glorious bag that I never want to plunk down the money for. I end up just hugging it and try to explain to it that I’m only there to buy outdated bags of Jelly Bellys so please let me be. But once I do go in with wallets blazing there is not one good bag to be found.

This is where you come in, my sweet butternut squash blossoms.

Choice A:

Choice B:

Choice C:

Choice D:

So, which one do you like?