Spring is coming (supposedly) and I am having a mammoth what-to-wear crisis. I’m officially a SAHM (stay at home mum to those who get pee’d off with acronyms), much the same (I believe) as a housewife, homemaker, full time mother (never quite understand this one, you don’t stop being a mother when you’re at work – never mind, questions for another day) etc.
So with my ‘work clothes’ safely filed away for future use I’m living my life pretty much 100% in jeans (obvs the exception being overnight, I love my jeans but there are limits).
But I just can’t help feeling that I ‘should’ be putting more effort into my outfits. I basically look a scruff pretty much all of the time. Why? Because I’m just a bit lazy. And comfort is paramount.
Yes, I know the arguments for not wearing decent clothes when you’re traipsing round on the floor playing cars/dinosaurs/tea parties all day. And it’s hard to muster the motivation to don your favourite LBD when it’s immediately going to be covered in Weetabix, vomit or paint (or all three). But I spend my entire day looking like I’ve just thrown on my post-daytime outfit comfies. Which, in a way, I have.
Pinterest is no bloody good. Search for ‘SAHM style’ (cringe-worthy of the highest order) and you’re bombarded with images of glam-looking mums wearing all sorts of ensembles that just aren’t going to cut it in soft play – never mind be easy access for breastfeeders.
There is also the very real issue for many mums who have waved goodbye to their salary that you just can’t go on big shopping sprees any more. There is so much other stuff to buy and (for now) your wardrobe is not going to take precedence.*
If you read my post on my jeans, you’ll know I do live in them. Maybe that’s ok, maybe I don’t need to be wearing skirts or (gasp) dresses. Maybe I don’t need to bin the denim in order to maintain some modicum of style (or at least look like I’ve made a slight effort). But I do know I ought (self imposed pressure, you’ll understand) to at least make a bit of effort with the rest of the ensemble. And just maybe feeling like I’ve made an effort to join the yummies out there will stop me feeling like such a scummie.
*I say many. I’m sure there are a fair few mums who don’t work outside the home (Jeez, we really have to be sensitive with our job titles these days) who can and do spend lots of time and money updating and maintaining their style. Jealous, moi??