Style changes across the years, that’s totally understandable. I used to be quite the fashionista…not. Comfort over EVERYTHING!
I was one of those almost-goth-rocker type chicks. I wore a lot of mens’ cut Dickies. See baby me pictured below. I must have been 15 or 16. Oooooh high school. I didn’t think too much about clothes in high school. I wore what was comfortable and what was black. Even when we partied with the raving kandi kids. Black was it.
It didn’t change much from there. Straight out of high school Kristen got a little bit better at dressing herself, pictured to the right. She dressed a little less baggy, and a little more…cleavage-y. Of course every look had to be paired with that classic duck face.
This was actually one of my more favored looks. It was still comfortable, but didn’t look like I just rolled out of bed and picked up whatever thing on the floor was closest.
Enter douche-y hat phase Kristen. She was straight out of music college. Style got a little more lax, and even threw some color in there! Here she is awaiting her band’s first gig, at a run down bar in the Valley, in the middle of the afternoon. We got wild that day, y’all.
Now cut to the last…maybe 4-5 years:
This is where my style has landed for a long while. Baggy shirts, plain t-shirts, sweaters, unkempt hair, and horrible shoes. I even turned into one of those ‘leggings as pants’ people. I used to detest leggings as pants. But that changed once I got pregnant. I immediately took back all the mocking I did! SO. COMFORTABLE. The only real effort has gone to hiding the bits of myself I don’t like (hence my recent resolution to get myself fit and healthy).
My husband has never complained about the way I look. He loves me anyway I come, and I love him for it. But sometimes I girl needs to feel pretty, damn it! So in an effort to spruce up my wardrobe (and hopefully boost my confidence) I bought a few new work shirts — since that’s really the only time I get out of the house.
Imagine my dismay when modeling my new work shirts for hubby, and the first thing out of his mouth is, “…You look like a mom.” Let me preface that by saying, there is nothing wrong with “looking like a mom,” even though I have no idea what that means. Moms come in all different shapes, sizes, and styles. But there it is. Somehow my new found taste in clothing screams “I’m a mom!”
But I’m not sweating it too much. I like the new incorporation of patterns and prints. It makes me feel just a tad bit more girly and stylish.
Welcome to my mom fashion 🙂
