If it's fuzzy and plush-y and soft, I want it. Actually better than that, I NEED IT. It becomes a must have lust after type of obsession and I need to have it. Especially with old man winter knocking down the door to my brownstone I'm hording all the warm and fuzzies I can get my hands on. Oh and who wants to listen to Christmas music wearing shorts and drinking smoothies? Not I. Don't know how you California folks do it.
Lucky for me this lady blogged about PLUSH tights.
Fleece lined and warm as can possibly be. They're like the anti-spanx sweatpants version of tights and leggings. Who am I to complain?
(( via: Otte ))
-K.