Monday through Friday, I’m your basic business casual b*tch. Maybe I’ll wear some fun shoes, or a Star Wars shirt under my blazer. On the weekends, however, my fashion game goes to the next level: down. Off come the A-line skirts, and on go the D-list leisure wear. But I won’t apologize for loving my “mom jeans,” and not just because the hipsters have appropriated them. It’s because I’m finally owning the fact that motherhood is its own fashion statement.
Not everyone can rock the high-waisted, pleated denim look. In fact no one can pull that off. Still, that shouldn’t discourage us from embracing it for its ease and comfort. I don’t have the time it takes to tug on those tummy-tucking Spanx in the hopes of smoothing the bulges beneath my clothes. Those 30 minutes (yeah, it takes me that long and, no, you should not judge) have already been spent breaking up sibling squabbles, reminding kids about homework, or opening and closing the refrigerator two million times like it’s some magical ritual that might bring me already-cooked, tasty, low-cost, and delicious meals that universally appeal to all the members of my family.
This is where the much maligned style of the “mom jeans” comes in to play. They offer comfort, flexibility, and familiarity in times when parenting threatens my sanity. So just how do I love thee, “mom jeans?” Oh let me count the ways. In rhyme.