Ladies of a certain vintage, remember having a "going out" section of your closet? I do too - what I don't remember is having traded it all in for sensible flats and shirts that camouflage spit-up stains. I'm keenly aware that I've been seeking out Operation MILF attire, trying to straddle that balance between chic and comfortable, but I didn't realize that I'd also entirely edited out the clothes that were, ya know, going out clothes.
What I mean to say is this - my wardrobe is now entirely sensible. Not that I'm running around the playground in bhurkas, exactly but there is no longer an option that doesn't include covering all of the relevant ladybits in entirely respectable, machine washable, non-sparkly material. That is assuredly for the public good, said bits no longer looking as they once did, but the wardrobe change gave me pause today. (For you there clutching your pearls, don't act too surprised - Pretty prude that I am now, even I was once a college student. Yes, really.)
Funny thing is, now that I have the budget to get a few of the clothes I wanted in my going out days, of course I'm more inclined to spend it on things less likely to make me popular in a bar. There's definitely a shoe or two that still sneaks in under the "wildly impractical" radar - ahem - but today, for example, I'm finally ordering that DSLR camera I've been eyeing, my AnniversarChristmaBirthday gift to self. I'll get less Happy Hour mileage with it but more photos of my scrambling about toddler, and that's a more than OK trade in my book . . .
|I don't promise an end to the low-fi iPhone photos, but I will try to learn & do better with the fancypants new one.|
. . . but I still may add a not-too-scandalous strappy top or two just for old time's sake; I'm not conceding the "Prettier than Everyone Else" quest until the AARP card arrives, if then.