I am one of those moms. You know, the ones who have children that are dressed remarkably cute and sassy and then you look at the mom and wonder what the whuck? Doesn't she realize? Then think to yourself, she could be so cute if only she would ______. Yep. That's me. I will even openly admit that the large majority of my clothes are hand-me-downs from my mom. My mom. Yes, she has style, but still.
Here's the thing: I only half-way care. My mother (the one with the style) will be horrified when she reads this because she so desperately wants me to care more, but alas, I'm stuck at the half-way point. Why half-way? I like to look cute, but the reality is:
- I have a NEED to be comfortable. Need. It hasn't changed since that shabby, sloppy royal blue jogging suit I wore in 7th grade until my mom said I couldn't wear it out anymore. It also counts for shoes. I like heels on other people--I do. But I need my toes to be comfy.
- Clothes shopping is depressing. I don't like my size and therefore purchasing clothes in that dreaded number is just further reminder.
- I am cheap. I love a good bargain. Turns out that grown-up clothes that look nice are pricey.
- I hate to iron. The last time I ironed was 3 years ago. I'm fairly certain that wasn't an exaggeration.
- I'm doing well to get out of the house looking presentable. This means my jewelry hasn't been unpacked since we moved. In April 2010.
Hrm. Now I just seem fat and lazy. Oh, and sloppy. Oh well. I only half-way care.