I've been in a serious relationship with yoga pants for almost four years now, ever since my twins were born. They helped me get through my breakup with maternity pants and have been faithfully by my side ever since.
Ask just about any mom how she classifies herself, and she'll quickly answer, "I'm a hot mess!" Personally, I feel like I'm in the middle of a sh!t show on any given day. Looking and feeling good doesn't need to put you in debt, though.
Dear stranger who is so thankful to not to live my life, you seem to think I got coerced into spending my time with small children. I hang out with these little people on purpose. I might not always be a stay-at-home mom, but for now, I chose this.
I had to make an emergency appointment with a plastic surgeon, as I still couldn't quite confirm if my labia were "good enough" for leggings. For all I knew, I could unknowingly be the person with oversized labia walking around in skin-tight leggings.
It seems that I've been Sharon Van Winkle, snoozing for years and suddenly waking to a world where a lot of women have ditched their underwear. Commando appears to be en vogue and some of my girlfriends, people in my 45-54 demographic, are choosing to go sans panties.
Today, I'm writing about fashion trends that make me roll my eyes and shake my head. Maybe I'm old. Maybe this is ranty and curmudgeony. Maybe my sense of what's fashionable stopped working in about 2002. But here are seven things that people wear that I just don't understand.
We are all different in a unique amazing way, why not have all our pants feel awesome. Our thighs are like fingerprints: No two are the same. My biggest mission in life is to create designs, so we can feel free!
There was a time when my designer jeans weren't shoved to the darkest corners of my closet. There was a time when my fancy 4" heels would click-clack across the floor of the hottest bars rather than serve as accessory for a 3-½ year old's Dress Up Princess Tea Party.
My husband and I went on a date last week. Translation: we went to Costco without the kids. I was dressed to impress. Translation: my yoga pants did not bear visible signs of anything my kids ate earlier that day and I had on lipstick.
As a stay-at-home/work-at-home/homeschooling mom, I have one uniform: yoga pants, a comfortable shirt and a ponytail. Actually, when I talk to other moms, this seems to be a pretty typical mom uniform.