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Monday, April 20, 2015

I'm Not A Fashionista

As I looked around at the other moms at Ewan's spring preschool program Friday morning, I thought "Wow, I'm frumpy!" They were all decked out in their skinny jeans with wedges, fancy tops and accessorized. Don't forget their perfect figures and hair, makeup and nails. A lot of them seemed to know each other too and were being all social while I was quiet, chatting briefly with the woman behind me (who was just as frumpy, if not more so) before quietly sitting next to Alan and Cecily. 

They must have been the yoga moms as one of my co-workers says. You know them: the ones who wear yoga pants and carry their Starbucks, yet never actually go to the gym. Then there's me: wearing what's comfortable and fits decently, even if it isn't the most fashionable. And who usually has something on my shirt because I'm chasing around a toddler and fixing boo boos before heading out to work in the morning. It used to bother me a lot that I wasn't perfect like them.

But you know what? I'm glad I'm not. The time it takes to make myself "perfect" like that...well, I would rather dry my hair in 10 minutes and spend the rest of the time being driven crazy by my kids wanting breakfast and fighting over whose turn it is to watch Sheriff Callie v. Ninjago while I'm trying to pack our lunches for work in the morning and hoping I didn't get anything on my shirt.

I have never been into fashion and makeup. Ever. It's not my thing. Put me in a room with women who only talk about that and I want to gouge my eyes out and cut my ears off. BORING. I'd much rather sit quietly with my husband and daughter and then talk about things like science and history and art later with one or two people instead. While all the other moms in the room wonder who that quiet, frumpy girl is.

And that's ok. 


  1. I'm probably the most frumpy mom out of my kids' classes! at least some of the other moms are still nice to me!

  2. Yes...so much yes.

    I put makeup on Saturday for the first time in almost 4 years. People looked at me as though they didn't know who I was. It's all the compliments that came with it that made me feel even more frumpy - gosh how bad do I normally look, LOL! But to be honest, I'd rather spend my time with my kid than an hour in the bathroom trying to look a certain way - for others. My kid doesn't care if I wear makeup. It's those other moms that do.

  3. Being OK with it is the best part :)

  4. The SAHM club at his preschool is intense! And since I work, I'm not allowed in. I received a call last fall to help out with something and I made the comment that I thought I could do it, but I had to make sure it was fine with work and when I emailed to say it was fine, they were like we don't need you afterall....and I have never heard from them again. It's sad really.

  5. I wear makeup once a year, maybe. I feel like a clown if I have too much on and my husband doesn't like it anyway. So, it works for us!

  6. I feel differently about it. I wish I was one of those people. Not "those" people but I wish I was more fashionable and just overall more comfortable in my own skin. I don't spend time getting ready because I choose to sleep and then feel awful when I feel frumpy. I just don't think it is in me.

  7. Believe me, I have moments still, and it has taken me a lot to get to the point again where I genuinely don't care for the most part. Do I wish I could go into the store and pick a shirt and not have to worry about whether or not it will actually fit? Absolutely. That's why I'm working on it. But, do I care that others probably view me as a hot mess? Absolutely not.

  8. There are a lot of those moms there:) I don't know many of them either, but we also see them in church all dressed up. I think I probably where the same thing (or close to it) every week...lol.

  9. I think it's the SAHM mom club :-)


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