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I used to work on 7th Ave, and was completely surrounded by fashion. I was in designers offices all day long, working with designers, always in fashion. Then I had a baby and left.
I left. I swore that as a new mother I would NEVER wear sweatpants and always comb my hair on put on lipstick everyday, and remember to moisturize. I think I did that everyday. Maybe. I don’t remember much of it, except that my post baby body didn’t fit into my pre-baby clothes. I completely succumbed to motherhood, and it has filled my soul and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Now that I’m back in the work force (fashions for the home this time around), and my 6 year old is gaining her independence (holy moly), I’m realizing I don’t want to wear my fancy t-shirts to the office or out to dinner any more. What happened to my wardrobe? I try to look back and think, what happened? I think I turned my back on my closet.
I’ve been out shopping, looking to update my wardrobe with clothes other than t-shirts. I’ve been following the
Then I read Louisa Kamps’ article today. Here was a woman who left the fashion world in NYC and moved to the country and had a baby. Just like me. The closing line sums it all up: But for me, wearing clothes that speak a message of humor, strength, respect, or glamour is the act of love – of self and others – I never want to abandon again.
Good bye t-shirts. Soon, I’ll only wear you at the gym, or in the garden. As one