When I was working, I would always dress up....nice clothes, dress pants, skirts, dresses, heels, etc. But the moment I would come home, I would change into some version of my ridiculously comfortable but hideous uniform, consisting of some combination of an oversized long-sleeved t-shirt and ginormous scrub pants I permanently borrowed from B. Now that I stay at home, it seems like getting dressed is a chore, or maybe more like wasted effort? I am not sure, but these days I consider getting dressed to be when I put on a bra, especially in the winter. Seriously. I am thisclose to becoming your stereotypical north woods housewife. I am a slave to comfort. This is definitely something I feel I should work on. Now that the kids are a little older, they have things like gymnastics classes and Pre-school to go to, so I have more reasons to leave the house, thus more reasons for me to look human. Here is an example of a typical outfit for me. I wore this to take the kids to gymnastics, we run short on time so i have zero make up on and needed something quick. Fashion forward? Notsomuch. But a bra? Check. Real pants? Check. Brushed hair? Barely. I still consider this a victory.
This picture sucks, but our only full-length mirror is inside our closet.
Jeans - GAP, Cardigan - Banana Republic, Tank - Target, Glitter Shoe - Kohls
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