This getup looked about seventy times better in my head than it does in front of the camera and now on your computer/phone/iPad/gadget screen. I think we'll all live but I probably won't wear this exact combo of clothing together ever again. My cheerleading skirt is actually a dress covered mostly by the chunk of knit on my top. Again .... so much better in my lively imagination.
I'm joining Anna and a whole host of other fashionable mothers for their "Mama Style Linkup" (you should too!).
My kids don't call me mama (Julia calls me Grace, Mom, or Mommycakes and Sebastian and Theo call me ............... absolutely nothing) so I felt like a liar titling my post "Mama Style". Part of the linkup fun is to tell a little bit about how one's style has changed since becoming a mom ...
I hate to admit it but I think I dress way frumpier and comfier in the trenches (at home with the kittens) and try a little bit harder when I'm out of the house among the living. Am I out to prove that stay at homers of three little kids don't have to look haggard and harried? No, I'm not a magician but I have clung to a little bit of my pride and I just don't think my housefit of over-sized moose print pajama pants paired with a nursing tank and scary mascaraless lashes is necessarily Target/Costco appropriate. Do my new favorite hooves paired with my go-to magenta jeggings smeared with unidentifiable bits of regurgitated toddler lunch look a tiny bit silly on a diaper run? Absolutely. Who cares? me .... a little bit.
I wore this outfit to Mass yesterday and Sebastian was so poorly behaved that I broke out into an actual sweat while trying to wrestle him into submission. The forehead sheen had nothing to do with my current level of physical fitness or with the fact that I was wearing a spandexy dress under a sweater along with tights that hit right at the ribcage. It was freeeeeeezing rain (hence the fancy hood) and I almost broke my neck, Julia's neck, and Sebastian's skull carrying them out to the car on the icy slick walkway (pictured above). There were very few people in attendance at Mass and I'm wondering if they were hiding behind the slippery conditions excuse? Ridic. But I did appreciate the vast back pew vacancies because I really hate slinking into the front pew during the homily.
jacket: Forever XXI
dress: Forever XXI
sweater: Forever 63
boots: Hunter via eBay
Julia: D+ (she snuck to the back to wash her hair in holy water which she claimed was "doing peace")