Euro Chic/Day 17
I actually liked the outfit I wore yesterday. So much so that I didn’t immediately tear it off as soon as I got home to put on my “eatin’ pants”. I have several pairs of “eatin’ pants”, but they all have the same wonderful quality — you can eat as much as you want in them and thanks to their stretchy or drawstring waistbands, you can never, ever feel fat. They are worn during all major candy holidays where I can easily work my way through several large chocolate bunnies (we’re talking solid, not hollow), a generous-sized Christmas stocking or someone’s unattended Halloween bag without so much as the slightest feeling of tightness around my waist that screams stop eating, you disgusting pig. They are on the short-list of things I would save if our house ever caught on fire… children, animals, eatin’ pants…
But my treasured pants stayed in the closet in favor of this outfit that I kept on all day –
I went to the flea market in it. I made play-dough in it. I pushed a wheelbarrow of firewood in it, threw the ball for our dog in it, played trucks on the floor in it and went to a friend’s house for dinner in it. The ballet flats hurt after a while, but most Euro chic shoes hurt in the box before you put them on, so “after a while” felt like an improvement.
Here are the essentials to this highly recommended outfit –
Jeans — notice I didn’t put the word “mom” in front of jeans. They should be nice jeans – no pleats, holes or stone-washed and without the bejeweled words, “Hot Bottom”, “Edgy” or “Bedazzlin’ Biatch” written on the back.
Slightly painful metallic ballet flats
Black silk shirt purchased at a thrift store for ten dollars
Cashmere sweater purchased at a thrift store for twenty dollars
My daughter’s cheetah scarf that she wears while playing “angry wild cat that also likes to look pretty and eat squeeze yogurts.”
This outfit wasn’t so dressy that I intimidated strangers and made them grovel at my feet (a plus or minus depending on how you look at it). It might not even be the Euro chic outfit I have looked the best in so far, but here’s the thing — I felt my best in it. And that’s the goal, isn’t it? I felt comfortable and more importantly, I felt like me. Me in Euro chic. And that is worth the “f” word. That is truly fabulous…
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