SHE.HER.

When you have a child, everything changes!!!

Every parent lives by this credo and every childless person takes it with a grain of salt - but little do they know how true it is! I never imagined that having a child would shift my personal style as it has.

My pre-pregnancy wardrobe consists of 10+ years of meticulously selected designs. A combination of urban, high end and vintage wear blending seamlessly, draping the wooden hangers in my seemingly abandoned closet... bright, bold, daring, beautiful. The soft fabrics and vivid prints seem to call out to me daily as I slip past their beauty into the dark abyss that houses my dreaded post pregnancy wardrobe.

Bland, boring, tame and lifeless are just a few words I would use to describe my postpardum apparel. Brown, khaki, blue and black are the norm. I have a few bold prints and colorful T shirts but that's about it. Most purchases are made with the intention of hiding or improving a not so flattering silhouette. My heels have just recently made a reappearance in the 2 months since my son started walking. I feel like a completely different person...

So why don't I just start back wearing my fabulous prepregnancy wardrobe you ask... I will, once I can fit back into it!!! The most wonderful blessing in the world gave me an excuse to devour any and every type of food I laid my eyes on, resulting in my current wardrobe situation. Every woman has a pair of "skinny jeans". Not the current European fashion trend sweeping the Stateside youth, but her own personal gauge of her body in it's perfect form. These are the select pieces of clothing, not just jeans, from years past that fit perfectly. They flatten your tummy, acsentuate your curves and make you appear long and lean allover. We pull them out every 2-5 years to see how far we've strayed or how close we are to our definition of perfection.....

Unfortunately, my wardrobe has become full of nothing but "skinny jeans". A constant reminder of my role in years past as an childless urban socialite. I gave myself 1 year post pregnancy to "get back to my old self". Still adjusting to my new role as a working mother, I have recently come 2 dress sizes closer to reuniting with the majority of my old clothes. I still have 4 dress sizes to go.

As I learn how to blend corporate career wear with urban sophistication, the dread of the early morning walk through my closet has slowly started to transform into a daily mix of eager excitment and anticipation. What has changed you ask? I have come to realize that I may NEVER wear some of those clothes again. (Brace Yourself) My clothes are not important! What important is that I am happy with me. No matter how many fly and fabulous things I have, nothing makes me feel as great as when TJ smiles. Who cares about that size 8 vintage Yves Saint Laurent dress that I found in that thrift store for $10. Or those black size 9 DKNY tuxedo pants that were a total splurg ($98). I would totally give ALL that stuff up and more just to hear TJ laugh...

Now that is the difference a woman and a mother.

Labels: mother, Parents, skinny jeans, wardrobe

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