During my 20s, I spent the majority of any money I earned on clothes.
I loved clothes. I loved shopping.
And I blame the fact I was from non-shopping-towns, and moved to a major city where shopping was easy (and my apartment was next to a mall) as the reasons I shopped A LOT.
But as a stay-at-home mom to Tom, right now I’m not wearing anything particularly fashion-forward.
Because I’m wearing — well — shorts and T-shirts.
My biggest fashion rule right now is that I’m trying to wear tops that will be harder for Tom to pull down and force me to flash strangers.
Which is all well and good, and I wouldn’t even have thought about my fashion choices at all really, except for the fact that I had nothing to wear on Sunday night when it was time for me to support my BFF, Britney.
Now I know I’ve read blogs and heard jokes about falling into a “mom rut” when it comes to clothing.
But I swear to you, there was no part of me that believed I fit into that.
I’ve met friends for dinner. I’ve met friends for drinks. I’ve attended numerous social events and never have I felt like I didn’t have something I could wear.
Except on Saturday night when I decided to figure out exactly what I would be wearing and realized nothing would do.
Not only that — I had no idea what would do.
But I figured it would come to me as soon as I set foot in my nearest mall that very night.
So I walked into H&M.
It was crazily crowded with about 67 teenagers.
And they all knew exactly what they were looking for, and if they didn’t they had three friends telling them.
And I was just they totally-out-of-place 30-something looking for something I would deem hip enough for a night of Brit.
No idea what that would be.
I tried on an outfit. I looked ridiculous.
So I walked out and went to Forever 21.
That was a terrible, terrible, no good idea.
That place looked like a warehouse of laundry.
It’s a huge store, and it had apparently been invaded by messy people, as there were approximately 1,273 items of clothing on the floor.
At one point, I actually picked up what I thought may be a cute looking top from the floor.
And then I realized I was a 30-something mom who had no business being a store called Forever 21.
The mall closest to me has no Banana Republic or J.Crew, so I checked out the Gap.
So I went back to H&M, and forced myself to buy something that would work.
After two hours at the mall, seven outfit choices, and the realization that I had no idea what to wear, or even how to shop anymore, I bought…
Shorts and a T-shirt.
(They were fancy(ish) though!)
Brit loved it.
I could tell.