Posted by Kim on Sunday Nov 28, 2010 Under Mama Style
Trying to stay trendy with little dirty hands and mouth, while carrying a sippy cup and juggling a boy with trucks is not so easy. I tend to go for comfort every time. I always see cool stuff in shops and think to myself, “I could throw this on to run to the store.” Yet, when the time comes, I’m in my sweatpants. Yep. Every. Single. Time. I want to change, but I can’t. However, I have found one possible solution…jeggings!
I usually like to have my socks on. (Wigwams are the best.) But, these little numbers have proven quite comfortable.
I also don’t do hair, but I feel in love with this headband…too bad it broke!
This post is making me sound real stylish, I know. I have good intentions, it’s just the follow through is difficult for me. Maybe next time I’ll be the mama at the store picking up a few groceries, with baby in tow, looking like I stepped out of a magazine…NOT!
Posted by Kim on Thursday Nov 4, 2010 Under Mama Style
Let me start by saying I hate, hate, hate taking pics of myself, but one of my fav bloggers, girlsgonechild has started weekly outfit posts and I had to get in on the fun, especially since she has a give-away this week. I really want to win! (I also have this whole section, Mama Style, and never use it.)
Tunic – Ann Taylor LOFT
Leggings – Victoria’s Secret
Tee – Brooks Brothers
Boots – Born
Belt – White House Black Market
Wish me luck!!
Promise…new post featuring Tru tomorrow!
Posted by Kim on Tuesday Feb 16, 2010 Under Mama Style
Where do I begin. I have always loved clothes. Not that I’m a great dresser or a stylist by any means, but I love clothes. I guess you could say I collect them in a way. In high school I loved planning my outfits. I’d study the pages of my monthly subscription to Young Miss for inspiration and try to replicate looks with what I had in my closet. I’d even take pictures of my ensembles, thinking I had done a good job. I was proud, even if I did look ridiculous. Well, many years later and many other and new forms of inspiration and I’m still having at it. (without the camera…until now, thanks to modern technology.) The problem is it’s really true what they say – you have a baby and you let yourself go. Not intentionally. You’re just so consumed with this new little life that you brought home that you kinda forget about you or at least you don’t care as much. Outfits just don’t seem as important. Perspective hits you hard and knocks you right on your butt.
It was subtle at first. I came home from the hospital feeling like I’d been run over by a steamroller, except I was not flat. My days were spent in a flurry of bottles and diapers and sitz baths and pads and so much extra fluid in my body that I couldn’t even wear my flip flops. Not to mention I was hooking up to a pump every chance I could, so undressing was an hourly thing. I found it easier to just wear my hospital gowns all day. (I found really cool ones at - http://www.dearjohnnies.com/shop/ ) When I did start feeling like I could handle a waistband, I opted for clothes that were comfortable for several reasons, but mainly because I got puked on at least once a day.
Then it happened…I went back to work. I’d search my closet for something comfortable and easy to slip off when I had to pump. When I wasn’t pumping anymore, I just searched my closet for something comfortable. I did my best to wear my Nikes as much as possible. Or my Uggs. Whichever. The point is, it was almost a year later and I was…frumpy! I stood in my closet for 30 minutes last night looking and looking at everything and what did I wear today? Black pants, pink long sleeve, and…can you guess?…my Nikes. I’ll give myself the benefit of the doubt. I’ve been sick all weekend and going to work today was tough. But, the other months – no excuse!
I’ve been turned onto blogging by my dear little fashionista niece, Danielle. (aka http://dinosaurtoes.blogspot.com/ ) I’ve decided it’s time to make a little time for me. It’s okay I think. In the wild, adult wolves eat before the babies. That way they stay strong to take care of the young. Food and fashion don’t exactly compare, but you get the idea. Taking time to care. I never understood the whole marketing items to “moms-on-the-go”. I get it now. I do everything in a hurry. I let some things go. I do others half way. It’s a challenge to take care of myself when my number one priority is Tru. He needs me. He depends on me. He’s my responsibility. He’s my duty. He’s my life.
But…I’m going to try. Here’s a few recent finds that I will wear and not just hang in the closet! I’m addicted to tees, so I am drawn to them when I go into a store. These didn’t photograph too well, but the fabric is awesome. I found them at J.Crew. Very silk-like. Drapes over the body. My next issue will be bottoms. I never have luck with bottoms. I have a million tops and no bottoms.