It’s been about a year since I first heard tell of this new denim phenomenon of “jeggings.” The word is a hybrid of “jeans” and “leggings,” and is the stretchy style of jeans everyone is wearing these days, because their tapered legs and skin-tightness make them easy to tuck into boots.
But the moment, the very second, I heard the word “jeggings,” all I could think of, and really, I mean ALL I could think of, was the 1997 Will Smith hit “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It.” To my ears, “jeggings” and “jiggy” sound remarkably similar.
This is very unfortunate. Because Men in Black and Men in Black II are among my favorite movies, and I think Will Smith is hilarious and adorable in them. But “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It” is just not the song you want to have stuck in your head every time you go shopping.
Sadly, I fear you will curse my name, because the next time you hear or see the word “jeggings” in a store or a magazine, you will want to bust out into a “na na na na na na…. gettin’ jiggy wit it” chorus. I promise.
Meantime, as long as we’re on the subject, I’ll just mention that I lucked out purchasing jeggings this season. All the A-list brands (read: more than $150) I always love so much, looked like crap on me. Where I scored, surprisingly, was at a place I almost never have luck, and that was at the Gap.
So I bought me two pair, for less than the price of one of the fancier brands.
But wait, the story gets better.
Because the day after I bought them, I was cruising down the I-84 between Boston and New York, when suddenly my friend texted me and told me that in the 22 hours since I’d bought the jeans everything in the Gap had suddenly gone on sale for 45% off.
Now, I don’t want to complain, but wouldn’t it have been nice if when I had bought the jeans the day before, 15 minutes before closing time , the saleswoman had said “pssst, why don’t you come back tomorrow morning because we’re doing a Columbus Day sale and everything will be almost HALF OFF?” Yes, that would have been nice.
But lucky for me, Ms. CinD has her sources on the ground. And just as I glanced at that text, I also happened to see a sign for a mall.
So picture it like it happens on TV, when the heroine gets a text, reads it, gasps in shock, then turns her wheel sharply to the right, screeching off the highway at the next exit.
That was just about what I did.
A few minutes later I was at the register at the Gap, pestering the manager to let me return and buy back the same exact pairs I had bought just a day ago as the line stacked up behind me (“But if I’m going to buy them back anyway, why can I just keep the ones I already have that I know fit just right!?!”). Mere moments after that, I was cruising out of Connecticut with a $64 refund on my credit card.
I say that’s cause for celebration. Would someone turn on the music? Okay… all together now: “Na na na na na na na… Gettin’ jeggings wit it…”