I am the youngest of three girls by nine and seven years respectively. As such, there were many years when I was considered the ‘go-to sister’ for fashion advice. It’s not that my sisters weren’t or aren’t stylish. Rather, something had happened to them that I, as the youngest, had yet to experience. They were mothers.
Before you start rolling your eyes, this is not a post about how busy moms are and how there is no time in the day to slap on mascara. Honestly, I PROMISE I can find the time. However, I have no idea WHICH mascara to use. And that hot ‘date night’ outfit that I loved two kids ago? Sure, I could throw that on.
When a woman enters the motherhood, she tends to push certain things to the back burner. Certainly since we HAVE children, we aren’t in the prime of trying to snag our men and chances are after all that labor and delivery stuff, we might have good reason to look a bit undesirable for a few weeks. But the joke is on us because when we want to jump back on the fashion highway, everything is different.
And herein lies my dilemma. I love fashion. I want to look pretty and dare I say relevant, but when I see teenagers walking around wearing cat ears and fluffy tails pinned to their butts (file under: yes that really happened), let’s just say I feel a bit out of touch.
And then there was that whole Missoni thing at Target. You know, the one that crashed their whole website? There is nothing left in the stores either so don’t even bother. Honestly I was all, Missoni who? I mean don’t get me wrong, I love chevron as much as the next gal, but I don’t think I need it on every inch of my body and all over my home. #JustSayin. But as I looked around online and in my circles of friends (most of whom don’t yet have kids) I realized that they were ALL. OVER. IT. And I like them. We have similar taste in general, so why am I not all over it too?
Finally, there is that other thing about being a new-ish mom. You know, the ever present insistence that I DON’T NEED A NEW WARDROBE BECAUSE I AM (insert number here) POUNDS FROM MY PRE-PREGNANT SIZE! Why waste all that money!? It never works though, because even if you are one of the lucky ones whose body instantly bounced back, the clothes fit differently, the styles still change and don’t even get me started on trying to find nursing-friendly clothes that are stylish and don’t cost an arm and a leg.
So if you see a haggard mom in yoga pants and a nursing tank, please don’t assume she is lazy and “let herself go”. She very well might have lost the will to be fashionable because she just doesn’t know where to begin. And those yoga pants have been there for her through thick and thin (and maybe thick again).
Anyone know where I can buy a tail?
***photo by puroticorico