Tuesday, May 14, 2013

real clothes.

So I decided yesterday that I really needed to start caring a little bit more about what I look like again. More specifically- I should probably try harder to actually get dressed. In real clothes. At least twice a week.

"Twice a week!" you say. "That is sooo easy!" you say.

I have been thinking about doing this for some time now, but have been putting it off for several reasons.

Reason 1: I still have very few real clothes that fit my new body (ie. large gut and two milk stations located on my front)
Reason 2: I either go to the gym or do some kind of exercise nearly everyday and don't see the point of putting on clean clothes until I have had a shower, which doesn't usually happen until late in the evening :: aka- jammie time! 
Reason 3: I am thrown-up on at least twice a day, which strangely doesn't bother me at all... but I am sure it would if I had spent any amount of time thinking about what I was going to wear instead of just throwing on any random shirt from our clean clothes pile.
Reason 4: There are only so many tops that lend to easy access for breastfeeding mommas. 
Reason 5: Most of the time I just can't be bothered.

That is until last week when Byron's mum came to the door to drop off some of his stuff. She was wearing this cute little black pencil skirt, tights and heals (hi Jade- don't know if you read this blog, but you looked reeeeal cute the other day) and there I stood; greasy hair pulled back in a half-on-my-head messy bun, still in my jammies with a soaking wet rag in my hand from the baby vomit I was just scrubbing off the floor from random places throughout our house.

I mean, it was only 8:30 in the morning, but it wasn't pretty friends.

This really got me thinking. While there is obviously no reason to zip myself into a pencil skirt these days, would it be that hard for me to pull on some jeans, a real bra and apply quick splash of mascara to my lashes twice a week? No, it really wouldn't. I am not (and have never been) any kind of fashion trend setter and certainly don't plan on starting any kind of new momma fashion revolution, but it is probably time to throw out my list of reasons and enter into the real, clothes wearing world again.

So yesterday I went out shopping and finally bought a few things that fit my new momma body. No, I wasn't totally happy with my new size but it is just where I am right now. Will I be here forever? Well, I hope not! But just because I am not working at the moment doesn't mean I should only wear spandex, sports bras and pajama pants. Right? RIGHT????

So, here's to getting dressed... twice a week... and not looking at my wordrobe five years from now only to find clothes with elastic waistbands.

Now if you will excuse me, I am off to have a shower and put on my jeans :)

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