Truly. If you thought my post yesterday was a heavy one, you aint seen nothin' yet.
Are you gonna talk about illness and death some more? Cuz that's so fun!
Sorry, no. But it's still really important.
Politics? Religion? Charity? Marriage or parenting?
No, none of those topics.
What else could possibly be so serious?
It's my style. Or lack thereof.
Well, it's lacking according to the style gurus of the world.
See, I'm a stay-at-home mom, have been for the last 8 1/2 years. My uniform is pull-on pants and t-shirts.
Wait for it....
When I can get away with it, I stay in pajamas.
Oh.eM.Gee! (Think snotty teen tone.)
Here's the thing: why wear anything else? I don't have to impress anyone. I don't have to even leave my house except to grab my kiddo from the bus stop most days. I certainly don't care what the other moms in my neighborhood think about my clothes.
I practice good hygeine, even on the days I stay in PJs. My hair isn't a mess and I don't smell bad. I shower, brush my teeth and use deoderant.
I simply believe in being practical and comfortable.
It isn't comfortable to do laundry, homework or blog in jeans or slacks. Nor is it practical.
I feel like I'm putting some serious effort into my outfit when I wear jeans. No joke. Speaking of jeans, I own a pair of Pajama Jeans. That's right. That's how committed to comfort I am.
Mark and I went to a wedding last Saturday and I wore a dress for probably the first time since my friend's 30th birthday party nearly 4 years ago. Beforehand, I had to find things to accessorize the dress.
Asking people online who don't spend much time with you IRL to help you dress yourself is an exercise in futility. And kinda makes you want to....
People were suggesting things like chunky bangle bracelets, heels and big hoop earrings. They used words like "flashy" and phrases like "glam it up".
What? Seriously? You don't know me at all, do you?
I wore a really comfortable dress, but add pantihose + tummy slimmer = UNcomfortable. And, I felt naked from the waist down. I had really good posture, though.
|This is me, dressed up.|
We're talking some make-up too!
|Mark cleans up nice!|
Fashion is not my thing. As much as I tried back in high school with my leggings in every color, long v-neck sweaters and Keds, it never has been my thing.
I like a simple hairstyle that doesn't require product. I like subtle, understated jewelry. I don't like to wear make-up often because it just makes my skin angry. And I rarely paint my fingernails because it seems to make them weaker than they already are.
Pants that have zippers and buttons or, heaven forbid, belts, make me feel like I can't breathe. The one caveat there is low-rise. Not butt crack showing ultra low-rise. Just below the waist.
Snugness around my waist gives me anxiety. I mean, I loved my pregnant belly and wearing maternity clothes cuz there was nothing restricting about any of that.
I love the softest, most easy t-shirt I can find. Whether short, 3/4 or long sleeves, scoop, V or crew neck, it just has to be comfy. Oh, and underwire? Not in a million years!
I mean, I'm not wearing moo-moos or cheap sweats. I won't even wear unisex t-shirts because I KNOW they are completely unflattering on me. I do have some standards.
I do my best to find comfortable clothes that are cute. I really do. But if they're not that cute. I kinda don't care. This is my life right now and I'm not gonna apologize for it.
I am a coffee whore. I am a wine whore. I am a car whore.
I am a comfort whore.
Yep, I said it!
Updated 10/25/11 - Linking with Lovelinks for the first time!