I did a little happy dance when Janssen of Everyday Reading agreed to be my first Fashion Blogger (for a day). I really could write pages about her. About how we missed our chance to be friends during our shared time at BYU and how that is one of the great tragedies of our lives. But also about how we were lucky enough to find each other as bloggers a couple years later. About how she is my thinner, blonder, more educated twin. About how we have a shared love of food and clothes and how that led to me finding the right direction for this blog. I love her to little bitty pieces and I love this guest post!
|Wearing: Old Navy shirt (altered), ModBod tank (won in a giveaway), H&M sweater, Old Navy skirt, Hand-me-down shoes from Mom|
For the first time in my life, I'm trying to think of my wardrobe as a whole, rather than just buying random things I like and hoping they all work together. I know. It's a revelation to me too - how come no one told me this was the secret to clothing nirvana?
I try to be realistic about what my life is really like as a new stay-at-home mom. I love heels and pencil skirts, but those aren't really practical for my daily life. I'm going to be spending most of my days cooking, cleaning, sitting at the computer, and crawling around on the floor. I want things that are comfortable and easy to care for, but still look like I'm making an effort; if someone stops by or if my husband comes home and says he's having a work dinner that I'm invited to, I want to not be hastily changing out of my pajamas.
This year, my wardrobe is made up of a few skirts and shorts, a couple of light-weight jeans, and a slew of shirts, mainly ones that are a little more fun than your run-of-the-mill t-shirt. I also have a number of sweaters of varying weights that I can toss on if it's cold outside. Also, because I live in Texas where, like Arizona, summer lasts about 9 months, I'm honest with myself that layers just aren't the best idea for me for most of the year. I need pieces that work by themselves, rather than requiring a bunch of things over or under to make them wearable. Otherwise I will collapse long before I get to the mailbox. Hint: many short sleeve shirts.
This is what I wore to church yesterday. I knew it was going to be chilly (well, by Texas standards), but I also wanted something that looked a little springy because it was incredibly sunny.
I wore this same shirt/sweater combination last week with jeans and sandals. I scrubbed both bathrooms, nursed the baby multiple times, and cooked a couple of meals, and still felt decent when I went to book club in the evening. Ta-da! I'm especially in love with this shirt because I put the ruffle on the neck myself (with fabric from another shirt I cut the sleeves off) and it turned it from a mega-boring white t-shirt to something a little more fun and dressy looking.
|Close-up of Janssen's awesome ruffle job|
I try not to buy things that cost a lot because I don't want to die of sorrow if my daughter slimes me with her avocado-y hands or if I foolishly neglected to put on an apron before cooking something messy.
A couple of things that make me feel more put together:
- A pair of sunglasses that I love, which helps me feel fabulous even if I'm only driving to the grocery store.
- A fun purse. I didn't want a diaper bag that screamed MOM and I didn't want the same Target purse every other woman at the park was carrying around. I have gotten more compliments on my bag than probably any other item I've ever owned. Oh, sweet success. [ed. note: this is Janssen's, but you can get a very similar one here]
- Real shoes. For me, this means no $2.50 Old Navy flip-flops. I have three or four pairs of sandals that buckle so they stay on, I can walk easily in them, and they look like they are on purpose. Also, some nice flats.
- Earrings. I wear earrings every day. Most of them are from the dollar or fifty cent rack at Claire's or Kohls. Because, hello, I am cheap.
- Makeup. Always.
Also, this whole experiment proved to me that I could never hack it as a fashion blogger because it took me a full three days to get any pictures that didn't a) cut my head off b) focus on the wall rather than me or b) make me wish to rip my hair out with horror.