No one has ever called me fashionable.
And that’s fine, I can’t say I’ve ever really tried to be. I suppose I made something of an effort in high school and college, when I spent so much time around my peers and of course wanted boys to notice me (surprise! they didn’t). My roommate Elaine taught me two important fashion rules circa 1991:
- Never wear white and off-white together.
- Wear a belt if it can be seen.
That’s the sum total of my fashion knowledge. Plus it’s 25 years old, and I’m not sure fashion, by definition, maintains that kind of longevity.
Over the years, especially since becoming a SAHM, my fashion ignorance has turned into fashion apathy. I don’t know what’s cool or what looks good on me, so I end up wearing running shorts and an old t-shirt most of the time. Make-up? Why bother, I’m just staying home. Same for the hair – why fix it? Who has time for curling or straightening that mess? I’ve got books to read.
I prioritized my inner life and made that an excuse to neglect my outer appearance.
Here’s the deal: For the month of July, I will wear skirts or dresses every day. I am making an allowance for exercise – when I go for my walk or to the gym, I will wear gym clothes. But other than that, dresses or skirts every day, even if I’m not going anywhere. Also: hair and make-up done every day. I’m posting a daily picture on Instagram – taking a picture of myself every day may be the hardest part of the whole thing!
One more thing I found while browsing Rosie’s blog: her series called My Sunday Best. So while I was all into taking photos this morning, I made the kids pose for a few more so I could join that link up as well.
It was hard to get dressed this morning, I felt all this pressure because I knew I’d be taking a photo of myself! In the end, I grabbed this old and comfortable maxi dress.
I convinced my favorite oldest daughter to take a picture with me while we were waiting for Sunday School to start.
After church I told the kids to pose by the van for a quick picture. This is what happens when you ask Ben to smile:
Hey, look, Wayne wanted in the picture, too!
I reminded Ben that a smile should make him look happy, not like he’s in pain. The girls, of course, looked down to see his expression for themselves.
Seriously, people, just one picture where you’re all looking at me and smiling. Just one and we can go.
Good enough. Yes, we see you, Wayne. I also see the Bible that Emma inadvertently took from the church. We’ll be sure to put that back next week…
This is a stretching experiment for me – thinking about what I’m wearing and how I look, and especially taking pictures of myself to post. Here’s to growing as a person!