In a rare moment of humility, I rested my head on The Boy’s shoulder and said, “I want to thank you for being so kind about my clothing lately.”
Not knowing to just leave well-enough alone he asked, “Whatever do you mean, Fairest?” (or something close)
“You know. How I wear the same clothes every day… usually after sleeping in them.”
“Well,” he said, “I know it’s a crazy phase of life right now.”
“And I know that phase will end.”
“And I reserve the right to mention when I think you’ve past the end.”
I do, Folks. I do sometimes sleep in my clothes. My time is never guaranteed in the mornings… who knows when a tantrum or diaper or fire will cut into prep time? I figure clothed-but-possibly-slept-in is always a better option in the carpool lane than naked.
Comfort, warmth, and *ahem* accessibility are the main requirements of my wardrobe. Since leaving my Jordache Jeans behind in elementary school, I have lived in the sporty/bohemian world of fashion. Having babies only sent me further into Casual Land. Everyone needs a little boost now and then, and I do love me some dresses and skirts in fine weather. Right now, though, that little June Bug up there is keeping me in the yoga pants and Lycra. She is so cute. I forgive her for my thighs. I do.
Please send me one of everything from Sundance, m’kay? I could live in that catalog.
Mandi is on a mission to update her closet. Give her some places you love to shop for good, quality, non-mom type duds.
MC is on bed-rest waiting out Sam’s delivery… and we’re all hoping for later rather than sooner. If you have a minute, head on over and say hello to the girl. Her chronicles are smart and hilarious, and I’m sure you have some stories of your own to share that will help her pass the remaining time.