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On a day to day basis I am faced with the daunting task of picking between my blue jeans or the stretchy pants. I run through the day in my head and if there are no Doctors appointments, or meetings the stretchy go on. When in my wildest dreams would a pair of blue jeans be considered dressing up?
When I was seventeen leaving high school I dreamed of wearing fancy suits and having the shoe collection rivaling Imelda Marcos . Sadly though. my closet contains the mommy staples, jogging pants, jeans, t-shirts, fleece sweaters and the one nice pair of pants you pull out for the funerals and weddings. I have watched the shows that say “you can be a mom and be fashionable.” I know I will one day, be fashionable, when ketchup stains and snot smears grace the Paris runways .
Most moms can testify to this one, especially those who have little girls, that children are more fashionable then their mommies. How did this happen? I buy my clothes, I buy my kids clothes but my daughter receives more compliments on her pink peacoat then I do on my white fleece sweater. Not that I am complaining, but why can’t I apply that fashion sense to myself? Why do I get more excitement shopping for a one year old then I do for myself.
Shoes come with a different set of rules. I know I can’t chase the tots in a pair of six inch heels, but is there not fashionable flats. Most days though you see me wearing the uniform mommy footwear, flip-flops in the summer and faux Uggs in the winter. I really can’t run after them in flip-flops either, but I must say by the end of summer I have mastered the art of keeping sandals on my feet
My reasoning for my fashion faux pas is that my kids come first. I enjoy shopping for them, I love the pinks for girls and seeing my sons face when he gets a new Cars shirt. I take more time picking out what they wear because I get more pride and happiness out of my children then a pair of Manolo Blahniks can ever give me. Maybe one day I will chase them in six inch heels, or wear the “it” dress, but for now I have two kids to chase, so bring on the stretch pants.
5 responses so far ↓
Very Dirty Minds Like Dirty Moms in High Heels; the art of double entendres in a blog. « the lil’ mommy that could // April 13, 2008 at 11:35 am |
[...] really is about splashing in puddles being inhibited with my kids, not in the bedroom. Another is my choice in footwear. Flip fops are not very sexy so if you came here with a foot fetish, I am so sorry to [...]
…But Sometimes They Must Wear High Heels « the lil’ mommy that could // April 24, 2008 at 7:28 am |
[...] others to chase after my children, real honest to goodness woman. A little hypocritical to my own shoe/mom believes. I decided to try something new. Sometimes in life things change , I can stand there in my [...]
Kari // April 28, 2008 at 12:54 pm |
Boy, can I relate!!!
liliana // May 16, 2008 at 11:35 pm |
hi for 15 years my mother stayed home with me and 6 other siblings. she wore gucci,prada,cc
and I have no problem with waring them either.
liliana // May 16, 2008 at 11:37 pm |
and she never had any problems