Here’s the trouble with Pinterest (other than it being a huge, glorious time sucker, and all the fabulous fattening recipes), Pinterest makes me believe I can do/wear things that I would otherwise never think to do/wear. All these stylish pin boards full of the latest, greatest fashions, all right at my fingertips. I start pinning these photos to my own board. It seems harmless. I pin so many, so often, that I start confusing my fashion pinboard for my closet. I walk into a store armed with images of what I think I now look like and I start shopping. I load my cart up and head to the dressing room. And here is were reality and fantasy have a head on collision. Pinterest and the real world are not the same thing.
Example: I love the layered look. It looks so fun and carefree! Like you just open up your closet and wear every darling thing you own all at once, and it magically looks amazing… every.time.
Image found on pinterest.
Turns out it’s not so carefree. It’s kind of stressful. You can’t just throw any shirt with any sweater. Width and color of belts make a big difference. Shirts and sweaters must be the right length so they don’t look bulky or hit at unflattering places. And layers add thickness. I don’t want any additional thickness; thank you very much! Then you have to struggle through the whole “do I tuck in?”, “leave tails out?” dilemma. It’s a wonder I ever manage to get dressed.
One hour later I’m no closer to being dressed and this is what my room looks like~
My husband walks in the bedroom and sees the wreckage and knows that this is not a good sign. He quietly and quickly exits. He is baffled.
What men don’t understand about the statement, “I don’t have anything to wear” is that we are not having a wardrobe crisis… we are having and identity crisis. Somewhere, somehow I woke up and had become “frump mom”. Blue jeans, plain colored tee, flat-wearing… frump mom. I didn’t mean to turn into “frump mom” but it happened. I don’t want to be frump mom. I want to be one of these ladies…
I want to be girl in sundress walking down the beach,
or girl in cute jacket pedaling through the country, or bohemian girl in the Indi-rock band, and I’m pretty sure all I need is the appropriate wardrobe to make that happen. And this is the part of the post were I’m supposed to have an epiphany, or come up with some clever, heart-warming solution, but I’ve got nothing. Some days you look good, some days you look weird, some days you give up and stay in your sweats… and I think that’s all pretty normal.
To continue with my fluffy, utter-lacking-in-substance post, my hair is getting long!
“Long” obviously being a relative term. I’m still struggling to know what to do with it on a daily basis. My entire adult life I’ve never had long hair. There are times I storm into the bathroom with scissors in hand, ready to chop it all off… but I talk myself down from the ledge, remind myself that I promised to let it grow until it gets down to my back and I pull the whole unruly mop into a pony tail.
ps~this was a good hair day so I took a picture to document the anomaly
So here’s to comfy sweat pants, pony tail holders, and those rare but wonderful “awesome outfit” days.