While Spring may technically be here, in reality, it’s still winter in New England and has been since November.
Which means I’ve been wearing the same set of clothes for work for roughly 21 weeks.
Which means I am sick to death of every item of clothing I own.
Which means that, this morning, as I needed to look respectable for client meetings for the third consecutive day (while battling a head cold), I had a total wardrobe meltdown.
Let’s call it a Working Mom Style Crisis.
In that, I have no style. And most of my clothes are either old, boring, and unhip.
My random assortment of clothes are usually selected according to the following principles: price, fit/comfort, flatteringness, color, available time to shop.
Most often, the clothes I buy are pulled from a rack in Target – without being tried on – while doing the weekly shop with kids in tow. (It helps that the women’s clothes section is strategically just across from the area where all the Pokemon cards can be found …)
Given that my style left the building a long long time ago (around about the time I became a working Mom,) I have somehow managed to feign some masquerade of style through an assortment of flashy earrings and necklaces and my kick-ass boots.
But this morning, as I lamented how much I hated all my clothes to Twitter, someone (another working Mom) tweeted to me that: “Nothing looks better on you than confidence.”
And I realized that, tatty clothes aside, I have ship-loads of confidence. And I can fake it really good too.
So, until the day comes when I have enough time and money and patience to shop for new clothes, I’ll be trying my best to wear my confidence – with style.