A few years ago (6 to be exact), the answer to the question, “What are you wearing?” would have been something like this: “Oh, it’s a great little leather BCBG skirt I picked up on sale in New Orleans Jazz Fest weekend, and the shirt is from Anthropologie. Oh these boots? Girl, you wouldn’t believe it — these are from Target!”
Before I became a mom, what I was wearing was pretty central to my self-image. I considered myself “stylish” and what I wore was a direct expression of my creativity.
Consider that portion of my self-image annihilated.
I’d still like to be stylish.
I still wish others were describing me as funky instead of FUNKY.
But the reality is, I”m a mom now and I just don’t have the time, money or energy for pulling it all together like I used to. I don’t have time to shop, just to begin with. But of course, there are more basic issues that fall by the wayside. Like styling my hair (hello, ponytail). Putting on makeup (MAYBE a little quick eyeliner). Oh, and showering.
So now, the simple answer to the question “What are you wearing (mom)” is probably A) If I’m home, pajama pants or B) If I’m not home, leggings that look like jeans but feel like pajama pants. Sensing a common theme here?
The more complicated answer to the question, “What are you wearing (mom)?” requires a chart. In this dressing scenario, I have chosen the cotton and spandex and the baby has chosen the, umm, accessories.
Someday, when my kids are older, I really hope to be able to express myself through my style again. But for now, I’m just really, really grateful they make jeans that feel like pajamas.
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This is the exact thing I wear every day, pajamas and smashed banana!
Ha! That about sums it up! I feel your pain, I used to love accessorizing. Now my accessories are shampoo and conditioner. If I’m lucky.
I don’t even have the jeans that feel like pajamas. I need those. Now.
Yes, Toulouse, totally. And my husband was like, “But you have a closet full of clothes.” “You are not a woman,” I said wisely. Most of those are either ugly, out of date, I’m-just-tired-of-these, or not quite right for the occasion. I should throw them all out one day while he’s gone and really freak him out.