Fashion

My 8 year old dream self.

What I might look like in reality.

When I was a child I wanted to be many things. A ballerina, like my Barbie, an artist because I liked to draw and tell stories, a race car driver because of this movie (Heart Like a Wheel) and I wanted to look a certain way too.


I loved watching 80’s sitcoms like Designing Woman and Cheers and longed to dress up like the woman did when they had a fancy party. You know big hair, black sequin dresses, and serious heels.

I now realize many of the women I thought were so glamorous sort of resembled drag queens. But it was the 80’s and early 90’s, so it was all good. I mean I had shoulder pads when I was 8!

Now that it appears black sequins are back in vogue (oh the sparkles) it seems that my dream might be realized. Sure I might end up looking a little more Delta Burke than skinny, but I girls got to flaunt what she’s got.

Party in Back, Business in the Front

My beloved co-workers lost a trivia contest and the result of loosing the bet required that they wear mismatching clothes to work. Which they did in a humorous fashion (is that a pun, oh I hope so I do love being punny) One of the girls totally did not man up and came to work in her regular clothes. I’m like piffff “You are never going to be able to leave the house if you have a baby.”


I’m not known for my fashion sense. I have my own style which tends to be called to the dark side (i.e. hippy) but lately it is difficult for me to put together cute outfits on a daily basis.

I mostly just try to grab colors and patterns that don’t clash horribly and make it to work on time. I was setting out my clothes the night before and mostly still do but the results were usually the same.

Part of the issue is clothing does not fit the same way after you have a baby. I’m firmly stuck in a larger size than I’m comfortable with until I start exercising more regularly.

But even that size can be trick one brand of pants in that size hangs loosely around my hips and another I can’t even get buttoned. Don’t even get me started on the torture of different sizing because of color washes within the same brand or because of different fabrics.

Some people might just suck it up and put on the tight jeans and not eat all day. Well, that’s not for me. If I don’t eat I get grumpy and that seems unfair to my co-workers and family. I also cannot wear things that press too much on my c-section scar. That is a weird ache I just cannot deal with ever.

So, I’ll stick with the mismatched look awhile longer... it distracts from my hair.