For a while now I've been wanting to post de-frumping tips on Fridays but I haven't hit upon a suitable title. Anti-frump Friday? Frump-free Fridays? Nothing is grabbing me yet but here's a little tip all the same.
A few months into the chaos called "newborn twins" I realized I was beginning to count the months, not merely the weeks or days, that I'd spent in schlumpy clothes. I discussed it in a post about why I blog back in September. As my babies have been turning into bonafide toddlers (how is that possible?) I was noticing that it was still awfully easy to stay in my workout clothes, long after the workout was done. That I was reaching for the lounge pants instead of any of my other, just-as-comfortable, better-looking clothes.
The thought process was that I didn't want to dirty my nicer duds, to spread kid-schmatza on clothes I wanted to "keep nice."
But I ALWAYS feel better about myself on days I "get dressed." When I catch my reflection in the mirror and I see the pulled-together wife and mom instead of the drained and dragging one. I ALWAYS accomplish more because that little happy feeling that comes from looking good radiates through my whole day.
But I also get grouchy if a top I particularly like gets creamed, literally, by the kids.
So as I began pulling out my nicer clothes more frequently, I also started regularly employing a handy little schmatza-deflecting device. My apron.
The thought process was that I didn't want to dirty my nicer duds, to spread kid-schmatza on clothes I wanted to "keep nice."
But I ALWAYS feel better about myself on days I "get dressed." When I catch my reflection in the mirror and I see the pulled-together wife and mom instead of the drained and dragging one. I ALWAYS accomplish more because that little happy feeling that comes from looking good radiates through my whole day.
But I also get grouchy if a top I particularly like gets creamed, literally, by the kids.
So as I began pulling out my nicer clothes more frequently, I also started regularly employing a handy little schmatza-deflecting device. My apron.
Now you may have planned to first employ a daily apron at this stage of your life.
But there's not a darn thing wrong with channeling your inner Donna Reed!
flirtyaprons.com
This is how I tap into mine.
And I grant you, there are occasions when I wish I had put on a Hazmat suit to deal with certain messes. But no clothing has been damaged beyond what a little washing can't take care of.
The days of saying, "I'll be able to dress nice again when the kids are older." are long gone.
A simple Google of "retro aprons" yields untold numbers of options.
The following are just a drop in the bucket.
And none of these apron designers have any clue who I am.
The following are just a drop in the bucket.
And none of these apron designers have any clue who I am.
jessiesteele.com
Jessie Steele aprons are adorable.
jessiesteele.com
I can see this one during the Thanksgiving and Christmas seasons. It's even called "Mrs. Claus."
daisyshoppe.com
These with the cute lapels are also feminine and fun!
Whether your bent runs to the the straight-laced bistro style or an over the top cupcake and ruffle adorned frill-fest, just grab yourself an apron and end the excuses for truly getting dressed each day.
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