More often than not when I wake up in the morning, I just grab a pair of jeans- yes sometimes the skinny fashionable ones though, and a shirt and call it good. I will pull a quick brush through my hair and head out the door.
But I also have been known to change my outfit halfway through a day. If my day of running errands suddenly has going to watch my husband play basketball added to it- I probably am going to change, change into something a little cuter, a little more put together, even spend more than 3 minutes doing my makeup.
Last Friday, as I sat in my car in the kindergarten pick-up line, someone knocked on my window. It was one of the other moms inviting us to join a group of them for lunch. I immediately said yes. She left and I then looked down at my feet, grateful I had been running errands and so was not wearing my regular school pick-up attire of socks with flip-flops (hey I go for comfort and ease for the long wait in the car). But then I glanced over my sun glasses to the dark circles under my eyes, the dry red patch along the side of my nose. It was okay for running errands but for a mommy date... Alex got in the car and I noticed the group of moms still standing around and talking; I decided I had time. We hurried home, I ran in grabbed my makeup bag and did a quick application in the car; hoping that no one would notice we were the first to leave the school but last to make it to the restaurant.
So I guess sometimes I do care; but when I find myself caring I often feel like I am 1/2 a step behind. Cute pants, cute top, okay hair and makeup, but no accessories. Like I just can't fully get it right.
I go through phases where I think I want to get all new clothes and step it up a notch or two, spending time pursing fashion blogs, planning all my looks-- but then I just don't. And I can't decide if that should bug me or not. I like when I dress nicely, I feel good-- and even on my sloppy days you won't catch me ever running errands in sweat pants. But then sometimes I think it would just be one more thing to distract me, one more thing to spend my time on, one more thing to take me away from what matters most-- my role as a mother.
So here I am-- not really hip and in style but will never make it on an episode of "What Not To Wear". And you know, I just might be okay with that.
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