You didn't see her hanging around in a tattered old sweat shirt or baggy yoga pants. She wasn't sloshing around in Ugg boots, sweats and 3-day-old unwashed hair. No, this woman had style. Mom style.
This left me with the question: How was it that my husband's mom, the fashionable 1960's mom, had such great style while the 2010 mom seems to find herself in a daily uniform of yoga pants and stained sweat shirts?
Is it possible to have great "mom" style?
And I know what some of you are probably thinking. Who has the time or energy to think about style when most days, just managing to pull a comb through your hair and slap on some lip gloss is an amazing feat on its own? Some days trying to squeeze in something as trivial as a shower becomes an act of incredible time-management skills. And yeah, now that I am a stay-at-home mom, I do find it somewhat harder to get all dolled up just to run to the grocery store. It seems like a lot of energy wasted on the bag boy.
But that's just my point, my husband's mom did get all dolled up. To go the grocery store, to sit in the driveway and watch the kiddos play, even to unpack a moving van. Could so much have changed from 1964 to today? Our kiddos still do the same things they did in the 60's. They still spit up, poop, spill enormous amounts of whatever it is they are eating all over themselves and still require our undivided attention.
I think that moms today are convinced that they no longer have time to be stylish. That their clothes need to be comfortable, washable and wearable and being fashionable or stylish doesn't fit within those criteria.
But I know that I always feel so much better about myself when I take that extra 5 minutes to pull myself together. Regardless if I'm heading out the door or not. The later I stay sitting around in my sweat pants and bed head, the lousier and more unmotivated I feel. And when I do manage to pull myself together, just putting on the wedge sandals verses the flip flops makes such a difference in the way my day goes. Even if it's just a trip to Target.
And come on, if the 1960's mom did it with the bouffant and lack of modern conveniences (Yo Gabba Gabba), so can I. (Look at that fantastic handbag!)
So, this week, I’m "getting dressed". Every day. Because once you’re dressed, there's more motivation to get out and go somewhere and some days going anywhere — even to the grocery store — is a welcome change from sitting around home.
Next week. I'm going to work on my "Mom Style".
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