Somewhat recently I donated over half of my wardrobe to charity.

Like…I used to take up two rows of our closet and now I only take up half of one.

And also?

I don’t even actually wear *any* of the clothes still hanging in the closet.

They’re just there so I don’t panic.

Y’all.

This is very, very, VERY different from 5-years-ago Kate.

Five years ago, I had so many clothes it was slightly scary/hoarders-material.

When I first moved to Atlanta, I spent all extra and not-so-extra money on clothes.

And now?

No.

Not so much.

I spend money on the kids’ clothes.

I want them to look super amazing!

But I seriously, mostly…don’t care.

I realized this when I ran into a stranger who went to college with me for the 3rd time in a month.

He recognized me every time because I was WEARING THE SAME SHIRT.

And this shirt?

Well…it has my college’s name on it.

It’s a t-shirt.

And it’s my Mommy uniform.

I love it because I can wear it with anything and it’s not a v-neck.

I don’t mind my v-necks, it’s just that I’m pretty much constantly bending over to pick up a child, or stuff for the child, and I pretty much FLASH EVERYONE CONSTANTLY while wearing a v-neck.

So…wearing a somewhat-ratty college t-shirt seems like the best solution EVER.

And I wear it with one of my two favorite pair of shorts which I pretty much wear 2-3 times before washing them and OHMYGOD what has become of me?!

You guys?

I’m like…in a totally gross frump rut.

Other moms are cute!  I’ve seen them!  They come to the park and they’re wearing sundresses.

Sundresses!!

I would only wear a sundress if it was like…my birthday, my husband’s birthday, our anniversary and we were attending a wedding all in the same day.

I haven’t worn heels in years.

YEARS!

I wear $5 flops every day.

(They’re quite awesome.)

So anyway, I maybe may make somewhat of an effort to…not wear this particular shirt EVERY week.

(At least not in public for awhile maybe.  I don’t know if I can give it up cold-turkey!)

It’s not that I think I need to look like super amazing everyday, but I’m seriously thinking a change needs to be made just so strangers don’t recognize me because I wear the same thing ALL THE TIME.

I mean…that’s kind of…weird/sad/reallyweird.

I want to say I’ll make more of an effort to dress cuter in general, but I’ve just now gotten to the point where I’m wearing my very simple make-up again, so to try to also wear an actual blouse every day may be a bit too much all at once.

(I can’t take the pressure!)

For now, I’m just going to try to take a break from wearing this shirt out in public.

(Sorry, shirt. WE ARE ON A BREAK!)

That seems like a good enough start, right?

Baby steps to normalcy.

Kate wearing a something other than this shirt: coming soon to a park near you.

Me and my favorite shirt, which I will probably wear while cleaning this mirror tomorrow.