I went shopping over the weekend and bought a couple of new dresses at Ross Dress for Less. I even picked up little sweaters to go with them.
I was moderately excited to have some new clothes, but I hung them in the closet and promptly forgot about them.
This week, I’ve worn the same boring outfits that I’ve put on dozens of times. Today, I’m rocking a navy blue cardigan and black pants. The outfit isn’t exciting, but I’m dressed in appropriate attire, which, in my opinion, is what’s most important.
To put on a new outfit means that I would have to put thought into what I’m wearing, and my look isn’t much of a priority these days.
It’s a symptom of being a 30-something mother of two, I guess.
Maybe it’s because I spend time making sure my kiddos are cute instead of tending to my own style. I picked out a frilly skirt, pink tights and a sparkly shirt for my 6-year-old this morning. Last night, I spent a half-hour French braiding her long hair.
I gave both children baths last night, cleaned their ears, put lotion on my 2-year-old’s chapped cheeks and wiped his nose about 20 times.
While I was distracted at some point, the toddler emptied a basket of clean clothes all over his sister’s room.
There’s a pile of dirty clothes in the hallway because every new day bring a new pile of laundry.
I’m surrounded by clothes — little clothes, outgrown clothes, clothes to grow into, coats, costumes, socks without mates — and they all need to be organized, folded, put away, donated, washed or thrown away.
Gone are the days of walking into a store with a friend, spending hours trying on clothes, looking for the best bargain and making sure something fits just right. I remember the exhilaration I would feel when I got a new outfit and how I couldn’t wait to wear it for the first time.
Now, my new outfits, which don’t fit very well or look all that nice because I bought them while shopping with a 6-year-old, hang in the closet, waiting for the day when I have no other clean clothes and I’m forced to wear them.
At the end of each work day, I drive home and promptly change into my comfy clothes, which generally consist of stretchy pants with an elastic waist and a baggy shirt that’s probably 10 years old. (It’s for this reason that people should always call before dropping by my house for a visit.)
I give props to all the ladies, especially the moms, who maintain their fashion sense every day.
Here are some local blogs that show York women have style, even if this editor doesn’t:
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