New(ish) mum Samantha Dooey-Miles is charting her life in doodles. This week, let’s hear it for leggings. No, really, start a religion or something.

I spent a worrying amount of the time during my pregnancy working out the colour palette of my post-baby wardrobe. That might make me sound like a total horror but, for context, I once won a special gold mug for being the best-dressed woman in my office. With credentials like that, I was determined becoming a mother would not see my standards slide to that of regular mug level. I had a reputation to think of.

Throughout my intense outfit planning, not once did a pair of leggings appear in my ASOS wishlist. Leggings, if not worn for sporting activity, screamed “I have given up on life” and worse, “I have no sense of style.”

doodlebugThen, eight months pregnant, none of my maternity clothes fitted anymore and I allowed myself to buy a pair, just until the baby came.

When she was here the leggings stayed because they didn’t need an iron and, gosh, they were ever so comfortable. When they started to sag without my bump for them to fit around I bought another pair – in a colour matching my colour palette of course – and that was me fully established as a person who wears leggings.

It’s so freeing to embrace them. When I wear them I feel like I could do any of the strenuous physical activities featured in tampon adverts during the late 1990s. In reality, I’ll probably go for a walk with the pram and hope the baby naps so I can get a coffee and read my book, but knowing I could do anything in them really is super.

Leggings, please forgive me; you really are the gold mug of clothes.

See Samantha’s previous doodles here.


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Written by Samantha Dooey-Miles

Sam is a first-time mum doodling and blogging her way through teething, nappies and the constant struggle of never quite being sure whether she lives in Essex or London. Find her blog at anewessexgirl.com.