A Working Mom's Fashion WoesMonday, August 13, 2012
Heavens to Betsy, it's almost back-to-school? I know there are still a few weeks remaining of summer vacation. And I've had a wonderful break so far. But there's a part of me that doesn't want to go back to work in September. It's not that I don't love my job. I do. I think it has more to do with giving up my comfy Lululemon yoga wear and trading it in for plain old boring business attire.
Okay, so maybe it's not so boring as much as limited. I don't have a lot of items in my closet that are suitable for work so what I do have ends up being recycled over and over and over again. By the time June arrives, I am utterly sick of my work clothes. Usually, before September comes rolling in, I have found a couple of new pieces that bring some excitement and new life to my wardrobe. I did buy a couple of simple tops and a skirt to take with me to BlogHer in New York but I'm not overly thrilled about them. I just can't seem to shake this icky feeling towards the inanimate objects hanging in my closet.
So what is a working mom
with little fashion sense to do? I have no clue, really. I rarely go out to the mall unless I'm in Hamilton and my mother can watch the kids for me. Plus, I often buy random pieces that fit just fine and are reasonably priced but don't do much in the way of adding some much needed pizzazz. At times, I am just plain overwhelmed by the perfect mannequins dressed in the perfect outfit that clings in all the right places. Sometimes, I just want to throw my hands in the air and not care about how I look.
And sometimes, I wonder if I would feel differently if someone else did my shopping for me. Yes. That's it. I need a personal shopper. Someone who knows exactly what will fit me and will make me look smart. In both senses of the word. Or I'd settle for Robert Pattinson. Whomever I can get my hands on first.
Mama's Got a New Pair of Shoes