As a stay at home mother for the past year, living in a tiny town that is hardly the epicenter of style, I have begun to slide down the slippery slope into Frumpiness. I go to the grocery store in a dirty, over sized hoodie. I wear plain black, XL men's Hanes tee shirts 90% of the time. My hair knows nothing but a ponytail, and it rarely sees even a comb, let alone a blow dryer. Somehow I have managed to maintain my anti-pyjama-pants-in-public stance, but I fear that is my last holdout in the Battle Against the Frump.
I resist buying new clothes because I am still holding onto 40 pounds of baby fat, and I refuse to admit that the fat may be hanging around for a longer time than expected. I had fantasies of giving birth and being back down to my normal size 10 by the time Ella was six months old, at which point my whole wardrobe would be available to me again. But here we are at nine-almost-ten months post-pregnancy, and fitting into my old wardrobe is still just a dream.
I also resist buying new clothes because it seems like a frivolous way to spend precious money. There are more pressing needs than clothes for me, like clothes for the child and diapers and carpet for the bedrooms and trips to Sandy Eggo.
But at least I still shower everyday. There's that.
March 20, 2007
The Frump
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2 comments:
but you look beautiful in black t-shirts. you really do.
we are going to address all these issues. although, kate, and i gotta admit it, i was thinking about it the other day when i was walking downtown during the work day, and i was thinking, "dude. if i lived in the helluh-cut, and didn't see anyone all day except my child, and were surrouned by mud, i would wear sweatpants 24-7."
still, if it will make you feel better, or have more confidence, or just feel cuter, than you should do it. and we aren't talking about constant shopping sprees, but sometimes some of that precious butdget should be spent on nice things for you, because you deserve them.
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