The older I get, the more I give into the little voice in my head that whispers, “hey girl, let’s wear yoga pants…”
Side note: I own a lot of athletic wear for a woman who hasn’t stepped foot in a gym in the last five (okay, eight) years.
Valentine’s week in the floral biz is the closest I get to marathons, and I’ll run around in some iteration of this function-over-fashion (but still cute?) leggings/seater/sneakers combo for the next five days.
P.S. Fleece lined yoga pants during this unseasonal Florida cold front? Yes please.