Craig and I are focused on paying down our debt and not spending on things we don’t really need…clothes for one night out is not in the need category (for him anyway). So all week I have been going through scenario after scenario about what to wear…which pants, there are only a few that fit after baby, tops, not a huge variety…shoes, ugh shoes.
I have an event to attend that requires somewhat of a specific dress code. This normally would be no big deal if I did this more often, but in the last few years my big night out is doing groceries every Friday – who knew a good sale on apples could get your heart pumping! So, the problem is that I just don’t have clothes and more specifically shoes 
to fit what I feel I should be wearing. So I spent the week going over every piece of clothing I own and decided on an outfit – not thrilled by the shoes I had to wear, but I told myself “people should be looking at my face right”?
Well if I thought I had anxiety before, it’s nothing to what I am feeling now…
Last night I decided to do a bit of research into where I was going and this new term came up : Style Code
I have a general idea of what that might mean, so I decided to dig further, to make sure 100% that my outfit would meet this “style code”…what a mistake that was…
One place had listed “Style code no runners” – what? Is that the spectrum of style now, the trendy at one end and sweaty runners at the other? (this is really what I thought when I read it initially) Oh, running shoes…ok. Then another had listed “style code – fashionable jeans accepted” – what??? Who determines fashionable? What if you can’t fit into skinny jeans?
Very discouraged I shut down the research that was suppose to give me boost of confidence but instead had sent me in a downward spiral of anxiety. Before I went to bed I took a quick look in my closet to see what I had that I felt might fit this “Style Code”…I convinced myself I had a few things minus shoes and went to bed.
When did this happen? How did this happen? When did the grocery store become “The place to be Friday nights”? As I look in my closet I see “mom jeans” – oh right those were for painting…painting? I’ve never painted anything in our house… Ok, well I do have some low rise jeans, I know those are “in”…doesn’t matter if I have to tuck my undies in on the sides…ugh…granny panties. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????? When did my style radar die? How did my style standards drop so low that I can’t even find one outfit for a night out? I’ll be the first to admit that I have never been super trendy but I always felt I could hold my own in a line up. I never feared opening my door and find the What Not to Wear camera in my face…sigh… It’s obviously time for a style intervention in my closet.
I don’t know what I am going to do for this event – I obviously have to dig deep, in my closet and hope to find something classic from three years ago or in my wallet for money to bring me back into 2009.
That’s hilarious! I never know what’s in style or what would go well together – I think fashion sense skipped a generation.
it might have skipped two or three
– I think a night of shopping is in store…