I don't think anyone has ever described me as "fashionable." The closest I've been is "quirky dresser." Don't get me wrong, I love getting dressed up for special occasions and I have a serious addiction when it comes to buying party dresses. Still, there are so many other things I'd rather be besides the "fashionable" mom.
When I was a teenager I dyed my hair every color of the rainbow and wore long hippie skirts and heavy boots. Hey, it was the '90s, so no judgment allowed. Then, when I first started teaching in a classroom, I sported my personality by slightly bending the strict dress code and wearing loud patterned tights. Now that I'm a mom, and a little older and a little wiser, my style sense has plateaued to nothing more than jeans and a comfortable shirt. Sometimes I wish I cared a bit more about being "fashionable." I wish I could be the mom rocking heels while she pushes the stroller, or the mom wearing big hoop earrings that her kid doesn't magically rip out of her ears.
On weekends and special occasions I can still surprise everyone by getting a little more "dressed up" than usual. In fact, even my kid ends up impressed and usually shows his surprise by saying, "Wow, you look pretty!" But during the week it's ponytails and running shoes, my friends, because there are more than a few things I'd rather be than the "fashionable" mom, including: