Before I dive into the dirty underground world of mom jeans, let me soften the blow with my new favorite pic of Farrah and daddy. She looks so much like him.
Ok... now here we go. The term "mom jeans" sends shivers up my spine because I never wanted to become one of the moms who lets herself go and wears ill fitting clothing. I'm still not very close to my pre-pregnancy weight (that's a whole other post so I won't even go there) so my clothing options are very limited. I haven't gone out to buy any new clothing besides maybe one pair of pants and one shirt because I can't bring myself to spend the money, plus I just know I'll get back down to a comfortable weight eventually and I don't want to have a bunch of my fat clothes hanging around in my closet... just sayin.
Now that fall is upon us (for those of you e-friends reading my blog please remember we're in California so the term "fall" is relative), the weather isn't quite cold but isn't quite hot either so my clothing choices have been pretty pathetic. I'm aware I'm not quite wearing 5th Avenue worthy clothing, but I didn't think I was on the level of a Christmas sweater wearing piano teacher, that is until I was getting ready to go out with Farrah for a Target run and I passed by our full length mirror and caught a glimpse... it hit me like a ton of bricks... Mom Jeans!!!! And not just mom jeans... it was a full on mom ensemble! Mom jeans, shoes, shirt, and hair clip. Yikes! I guess I had pretty much given up on fixing the situation so I went on to Target and broke down and bought 3 shirts! ::gasps:: Target has some cute stuff! I ended up returning one of them only because when I got home and tried it on it didn't fit. (ps trying on clothes when I have a baby with me strapped to an over sized shopping cart has become a thing of the past.)
I like to think of myself as a girl that can laugh at herself so I had Abe take pictures of my super hot ensemble to document such a life changing ordeal. He didn't get the shoes in the picture but it's bad enough without them. Imagine white leather K Swiss that needed a good cleaning.
For me clothing seems to be the most difficult thing for me. Even in my skinny days I was known as the girl who wears big clothes. Literally, my college friend had a shirt made for me that said "I rock big shirts" because it was my thing. When I go out of the house I usually get dressed appropriately, but as soon as I walk in the door, I'm immediately back up to my room to change into an oversized T-shirt and boxers. However everything else seems to be put together. I can be in my oversized shirt and boxers with a full face of makeup and my hair looking slammin! And it's not because I don't have style. I see fashion magazines and love the clothes and would wear them if I could. I'm definitely one of those people with a closet full of clothes with nothing to wear. I would say 80% of it is too small. Another 10% is probably in the hamper, and the remaining 10% are the other 3 outfits that don't happen to be dirty at the moment.