Bye-bye, baby tees
When we got engaged, I stopped wearing graphic tees.
Just stopped completely, even though I had about a million of those American Eagle
The reason? Well, it didn’t seem right to wear a gorgeous sparkly engagement ring with the graphic tees that I wore all through university. I also stopped wearing cords and cargo pants — too sloppy for the presense of a diamond.
My new ring was an accessory that I would never take off — so my wardrobe automatically re-formed around it.
When we got married, I stopped wearing hoodies. Same reasoning. It just didn’t “go.” It was not wife-ly. In fact, my wardrobe has changed a lot in the (almost) one year we have been married …
- The graphic tees have been replaced by plain long-sleeved tees or button-down cotton polos.
- My hoodies have been replaced with cardigans (oh, so many cardigans) and thin-knit sweaters.
- I have blouses — a totally new item.
- When I decided last summer was “the year of the dress,” I bought about ninety.
- I started wearing a watch. No, not my pink Baby G — an actual watch “with sticks,” as I still call it.
- I have started buying Hush Puppies (instead of Payless BOGOs)
- I own two sensible trenchcoats — one black, one beige with Burberry lining (stolen from Mom)
I realized that I have slowly been creating not only a “wife” wardrobe, but a “mom” wardrobe, without even realizing it. I’m wearing clothes now that I know I will be wearing when I have kids. It’s a weird feeling, like stepping outside my body and watching myself grow up.
But even though I may be wearing a blouse, dress pants and a grown-up watch, you can bet that I’m also wearing Happy Bunny underwear, glitter nail polish, and Hannah Montana Collection heart-shaped earrings. Some things won’t change.