There is no perfect outfit. This is the conclusion that I’ve come to.
I came to it as I was ruminating on skinny jeans. I know, my brain is a fascinating place. Why was I thinking about skinny jeans? Well, all the girls at work wear them all the time while I max out at twice a week and I have been wondering why I’m so much more self-conscious when I wear them. I always have to survey myself in the full-length mirror at work (I don’t have one at home) and wonder, “Does this really look okay?”
Part of it is the delicate balance skinny jeans require. My hips and butt are bigger than most of the 20-somethings at work, but I also have unusually skinny calves. So there is the danger of looking like an ostrich with teeny legs and a giant middle. The skinny jean has to be balanced by a top with some shape and volume to make the big-ness in the middle not so obviously big. This is not my favorite, because while the tunic or sweater or whatever it is does me a favor by drawing attention away from my post-baby belly, but it also de-emphasizes my petite shoulders and happily average boobs. My old friend, the boot cut jean, hugged hips and butt, with a fitted shirt it celebrated the shoulders and boobs… but then there was the problem of the belly, and my dainty calves got lost in the wide leg of the pants.
The other big problem I have with skinny jeans, is that since they draw the eye downward, it’s crucial that they be paired with an excellent pair of shoes. I am very lacking in the shoe department. I spend most days in the sneakers I bought while pregnant with Tessa (no laces, great when you have trouble bending). I have a few clunky pairs of shoes over a decade old from the height of the flare and boot cut era when big chunky shoes were all the rage. I have a couple pairs of flats that are basic enough to match as many outfits as possible, nothing to write home about. So yeah, apparently shoes need to be something I pay more attention to.
Shoes have never been something I get all crazy about. I like my feet comfortable and my clothes affordable and neither of these things meshes with being a shoe girl. I’m looking for a comfortable pair of wedges or espadrilles, a bright and colorful pair of flats, maybe a cute pair of boat shoes. I’m really trying to make an effort. Or at least I’m attempting to try to make an effort. I’m planning to attempt to try to make an effort once I have some time.
The fact that I have to think about this stuff in the midst of parenting children, working full-time, blogging when I can swing it, attempting to date, and all the other things I’m trying to squeeze into my 24 little hours each day is probably a big reason why my wardrobe is in such sad shape. I really need someone to donate their services to me as a personal stylist. A personal stylist who believes in comfortable shoes.