I’m going to confess a few things about my wardrobe. Today we’re talking bras. I know, I know. Mom … you just made that noise where you’re surprised and worried for me all in the same breath.
Some times I say things just because I know that sound exists. HA!
I have a limited wardrobe and even more limited ability to put something together with accessories or make my hair look good.
I realized the morning I woke up and was all “SPORTS BRA!!” was the morning I really lost my touch. I mean, seriously. My favorite part of my wardrobe is not allowed to be the over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder that is a utilitarian piece of clothing.
I have 2 bra’s and a sports bra. That is it. One is white, one is tan. Neither one is an amazing center of support but they work. And I’m a stickler for something that works.
The rest of the wardrobe reads like a pitiful grocery list for a college student. With no money.
One pair of jeans and one pair of “work” jeans that can get dirty or painted on.
One pair of shorts. They’re purple.
Plethora of old T-shirts, mostly from conferences Aaron or I have been to.
Enough hoody sweatshirts to hide everything about me.
Two dresses that I never wear.
A pair of khakis that I wear if I’m having a good day and have somewhere other than the grocery store to visit.
I have all the makings for a “What Not To Wear” episode.
A few years ago I had my colors done as a Mothers Day gift from Aaron, which was really helpful and about the same time I started actually wearing makeup. But I found out what colors best compliment my skin tone, my eyes … my hair. So I came home and naturally got rid of 75% of what was in my closet because I knew the truth about them.
Then I lost a lot of weight and haven’t really done much in the way of rebuilding a wardrobe or finding pieces of clothing that really make me feel good.
And I’m stuck on the bras.
I’m sure it’s been compared to building a foundation – you can have the best looking outfit but if your girls are batting for the south pole you’ve got issues.
Which, ok, also brings up the fact that I had a breast reduction when I was 18 – best decision of my life. Aside from the medical complications I was already experiencing in 3rd grade from being a busty child – it did wonders for my self esteem and my ability to dress myself at that age. I had confidence. I no longer shopped by looking for the piece that would hide me, I shopped by looking for the piece that would fit me.
Then you add a couple child births, some breast feeding … and I would do it all over again if I had to. Which I do not, I’m just saying. Best. Decision. Ever.
Except for the sports bra.
Don’t you worry … I’m reading up on People Magazine like it’s my full time job to figure out this whole fashion thing. Then I take what I’ve learned to the discount stores and stare wildly into the empty cart I’m pushing around because I have no idea what I’m doing.
FASHION! FRIDAY! BOO-YA!