The skinny

Dear Ms. Hatch, 

I would like to start my letter by saying that I did not walk around taking pictures of my bum and my legs for this post. I just cropped photos from my Yellowstone adventures. This letter is in fact in regards to my current fashion state (or lack thereof). I would like to also point out that my legs are really too big to squish into stretchy spandexy tight denim, but I have in the name of fashion, ignored that. 

I would like to ask for a little advice on the subject of mom-fashion (an oxymoron). Recently, I walked into the ladies locker room at the rec center with its fabulous florescent lighting and saw myself for the first time all summer. And I hate to say it, but I was ashamed. I don't think I had brushed my hair in over 24hrs, my pants were dowdy and I looked like I could be collecting plastic bottles on the roadside in LA. Suddenly, I had flashbacks of myself deep in conversation with my roommates in college swearing that when we got older, there's NO WAY we would turn into frumpy moms in  stretch pants and t-shirts. Uhhh, whoops.

I just so happened to be baby-less (Brian was watching L that night while I swam) and so post-workout I walked the boardwalk near Jackson's town square until I found a store that carried something other than cowboy hats and fur coats. I went straight to the jeans area and decided to ignore the fact that I'm almost thirty still haven't lost my pregnancy fat and try on pair of Levis skinny jeans. 

I bought them. And another pair. And I'm pretty sure its one of those things where you walk around thinking you look cute and when you look in the mirror you gasp at how utterly wrong you were. This brings me to my question: should I surrender all that's trendy and just go with those basic-but-never-in-style-never-out-of-style  wardrobe selections and shake my head at what kids wear these days? I mos-def don't want to be one of those moms shopping in the Junior section of the Dept store, but I'm not 40 (or 30) yet. Can a mom wear skinny jeans? 

signed: 

Somewhere between frump and fashion