Day 40
I am not a fashionista. Far from it. I no longer have fears of the Fashion Police hunting me down – they gave up on me long ago!
I’ve never had a sense of style … yeah, I was cute in high school but after that, well …
The early 80’s I worked downtown and had a closet full of really cute “office clothes”. After that job ceased to exist so did my stylish wardrobe.
“Comfy” came into play soon thereafter … as did the “Mom Years”.
Yes – you mothers know what I mean. You wear stuff that can easily be washed cuz you are being spit up on or pee’d on or have food thrown on you … or you are on your knees cleaning aforementioned substances off the floor, chairs, dog, etc! If you were nursing you had those issues – if you had formula spit up on you you burned the clothes. So – no sense wearing anything fashionable or NICE!
And the wardrobe morphed from there. Gone were the pre-pregnancy cute pants. Cuz you still had a “few extra pounds to go” you got pants with (omg, dare I say it) … elastic waistbands. So attractive and fashionable. No, can’t even joke about it!
Then came the 90’s and seriously, if I can find my photo albums from that decade I am ripping out every photo of me in them because everything I owned had: enormous shoulder pads (I’m talking rivaling an aircraft carrier enormous), glitter, gems, sequins and studs (thanks to the ever-popular Ronco Diamond and Stud Setter), or was black, neon pink or green, or purple … or all of the above. Hideous. Top that with BIG HAIR and oh dear … the 90’s were just NOT GOOD.
Then with the turn of the century – and still having some of those “extra baby pounds” – came more elastic and (heavens) stirrup pants. I look back on photos and swear it’s not me – but Tweedledee! Awful … simply, horrifyingly awful.
Which leads us to today. I know who I am … I work from home … I’m still getting pee’d on (by dogs, not children), I clean up furballs and garbage on a daily basis … why should I wear anything that I can’t strip off my body and throw into the washer in a moment’s notice? And dry cleaning costs? Forget that!
I no longer worry if that is ME in the Glamour magazine’s “DON’T” column … the faceless picture of some poor woman committing a fashion faux pax. Been there, done that. (Well, not in Glamour but everywhere I went!)
So – here I am … wearing comfy clothing. Elastic waistbands and all! I’m like the gal in the commercial who says she wears yoga pants because she is so busy biking and hiking and doing pilates … until her friend calls her on it and she confesses she wears yoga pants because she is too lazy for “real” pants. That’s me!
And today I have on what is known, fondly (or not) – as the Purple People Eater outfit. Sam nicknamed it for me. And yes … I do kind of look Purple People Eater-ish in purple yoga pants and a plum colored long sleeved tee. Hey – I’m cozy! At least I am not wearing any glitter!