My freakish obsession started a few weeks before Christmas, when I spotted some funky adult leg warmers at Target. I passed by them at first, did a double-take, walked back to them, fondled them a bit, and then tried to imagine where in the hell I would wear them. I was a sweat-band’s length way from buying them, but then chickened out. I hung them back up next to the old lady knee high trouser socks and walked away humming, “Let me hear your body talk, your body talk . . .”
And as soon as I walked away, I regretted leaving them behind.
Then, last week a fellow tweeter tweeted this:
I’ve only just recently met this funny gal, Jenna, via Twitter and am pretty sure we’d be besties if we met in person because she’s pretty much rad. I immediately tweeted back,
Just the mere thought of leg warmers make my heart feel all warm and cozy, probably because they remind me of my youth. You know, the youth that is slipping farther and farther away. They remind me of my days in the dance studio as a young ballerina. And of those summer afternoons, roller skating around my driveway as a young Olivia Newton-John wannabe, singing along with the Xanadu Soundtrack.
Speaking of Xanadu, please tell me you’ve seen this film. If you haven’t, go buy some Boones Farm or fancy box wine and rent it (a good buzz will be necessary in order to make it through, but seriously, it’s a classic).
Back to the inane topic at hand . . . though, as I mentioned in my tweet, we’re “never too old” to wear leg warmers, but it’s kind of like the whole pigtail thing. Should a woman of “mature age” be wearing pigtails and leg warmers? Well despite mild reservations I had at Target a few weeks ago, I say hell yes!
And with that, I’m now on a hunt for some wicked cool leg warmers that I can wear to my 40th birthday party. I’m really maybe sorta kinda serious about it, so if you find any, give me a holla!
Now, go rent Xanadu, and report back to me tomorrow.