I'm becoming more like my mother. It hit me today as I was preparing to make the trek to Walmart for groceries. I looked down at my attire and thought, "Wow, when did this transformation occur?" I was wearing hot pink sweat pants, a gray long sleeve t-shirt under a green Mountain Dew t-shirt and didn't care that nothing really matched. Now, my mom never wore hot pink, but it definitely was the look she had as her daily attire. I remember her saying that she wanted to be comfortable and it was "just Walmart".
But then I remembered how much I used to fuss over my hair, outfit, make-up. The time that was spent prepping for any outing outside of my house. You never knew who you might run into. It wasn't until my sophomore year of college when I was happily engaged that I started to allow myself to begin to feel comfortable in my own skin without the need to always look my absolute best. How liberating it was to feel ok with wearing a pony tail, sweats, and t-shirt while running errands. During a summer break, I remember seeing a girl from high school; I was dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt. She said she had never seen me wear something like that before. Hmm...I always tried to be not caught up in my looks, but maybe I had been more into it than I realized.
Now don't get me wrong, there are times to primp and look really nice, but as a mother to a young girl, I want her to see that it's ok to wear comfortable clothing and not worry about the outward appearance as much as the inward qualities. Oh wait, that's what my mom tried to teach me, too! It will be interesting to see if Samara has the same thoughts about me as I had about my mom's Walmart wardrobe. Only time will tell.
As a side note, it took my mom awhile to find her style and be comfortable in her own skin while dressing up, but she looks fabulous! She has cute clothing along with beautiful accessories and shoes. Hopefully, I'll follow in those footsteps eventually. Until then, I will enjoy my comfy, daily attire =)
I realized the other day that I am becoming my mother too. One of her routines was for us to all clean the house as a family every Saturday. I grew to hate that and never really understood it. The house was never really dirty. Well, I started by telling the girls that we were going to clean Saturday mornings so that they would sleep in a little. They don't want to get up for school, but on Saturday mornings they are up early to watch cartoons. And because I don't believe in hollow threats, I followed through. Then, it just made sense to get up and have the kids help me clean the house. It's so nice that they are old enough to help and I totally get how Mom was teaching me responsibility. Man I hate it when she's right!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing how there are some things that we vow we would never do, but then when we are put in the same situation, it didn't seem so bad after all?!?
ReplyDeleteThank you for putting such a dlicate spin on how bad I looked. Dad read this and said, and I quote, "You wore some UGLY clothes!". Guilty as charged.
ReplyDeleteYou know what, Erin, you look just as beautiful in those sweats as you do all dolled up. I say this because it is you that I am looking at. The change of clothes are more complimentary, but that doesn't change your beauty. Maybe this explains why it took me so long to get with the fashion program.