Help! I have Fashion Schizophrenia

I am 41 years old. (Oh shut-up, you’ll be here soon as well)  And it seems that the older I get, the fewer clothes that I have in my possession. I went from having a great professional wardrobe, to barely having jeans without holes and t-shirts that havent been victimized by constant cleaning with bleach. Oh, and we wont even discuss the shape of my bras and panties. (Cringe)  It’s amazing my husband still thinks I am sexy.  (Which I am only assuming he does)

Every few weeks or so I get the urge to go out and get some new clothes. “This week, “I say with vindication – “I am getting mama some new duds.”

The shopping always goes something l ike this. I stroll through the store checking out the clearance aisles first. Then, realizing that most of those clothes are out of season, I head to the juniors section. Then, I realize that I am too out of ‘season’ to be wearing clothes that flash my C-section belly flab.  (And BTW, so are some of those teenagers I see walking around flashing their g-strings and Cheeto guts.  Where are their mothers?)  Then, I go to the women’s department and nearly vomit because I cannot force myself to wear clothes with appliques and embroidery.

Next stop, is the workout clothing department. Where I can always find something that pleases me because it is both affordable and comfortable and completely undated when it comes to age.

So, I come home with a new pair of yoga pants and maybe a t-shirt. A t-shirt that I can add to the collection of t-shirts I have with the names of softball teams and school clubs that my children belong to. The only difference is that these t-shirts are sans the bleach stains so far.

Stacy London would have a field day with me. One of the most difficult things about being 41 is that I don’t feel old, nor look old – but am certainly not young. Its sad when I like some of the same clothes that my teen daughters like. But I don’t want to be ‘one of those moms,’ who wears clothes out of the juniors department. And I certainly AM NOT going to wear clothes made by Alfred Dunner with cheesy embroidery on them that remind me of my grandmother.

So, I am left with what I refer to as fashion schizophrenia. And a disgusting array of clothes that are comfortable but don’t look very good on me.  Who am I?  What impression would I like to leave? 

There has to be a middle ground. But, I have seriously searched many stores and have been unable to find it. For God’s sake, I am a housewife. A stay at home wokring mom. I don’t want to be all dolled up every day (Because Frankly whats the point?) and I don’t want to look like a teenage hooker either.

Help! Have you hit an age where you are finding it harder and harder to find the ‘right’ age appropriate clothes that are also comfortable and sensible?

So much fun to laugh at ourselves

When it comes to motherhood, we are more alike than different. Here is my personal take, from 14 years of sizing up moms – about what our diaper bags (or lack thereof) reveals about us.

So, which one are you! REad the article and please comment – THere’s a wild conversation going on about this on facebook as we speak! Enjoy and blessings,

Moms On Facebook!

Oh yeah, we all love it.  Let’s be real, every day we can escape our lives for a few minutes and take a tiny little glance into the lives of other people by simply logging into Facebook. Best part is its fun.

But you have to wonder, is everything you read on Facebook real?  Here is my take on things, and along with some pretty scary admissions and just enough humor, I have to believe about this….I am right!

So PLEASE, read and let me hear your comments.

Is Gas Costing You Your Life……


Sure, gas has gone up.  Again!  But there has to be something to learn from this economic fiasco, right?  How about some lessons on codependency and sorting out priorities!  See, even with gas prices there can be a silver lining. 


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