Goodbye, Lululemon Housewife

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“I have nothing to wear.” Every woman has said it, but I have the opposite problem.  I have everything to wear and nowhere to wear it.  I spent the majority of my career in women’s fashion, and I have the wardrobe to show it buried way in my closet. . . It’s in there somewhere, I promise – I don’t know exactly how far back it is, but I would guess somewhere around 12 to 15 pairs of Lululemon pants back.  

When I was working full time, I managed millions of dollars and dozens of employees, and my world revolved around making ‘plan.’  I lived and died by the numbers, quarterly goals, successes, and failures.  Now. . . ehh, not so much.  But this year I’ve decided to approach my New Year’s resolution quarterly. Q1 was getting back to a diet that didn’t include a cookie with every meal – Pretty easy since basically everyone has the same January goals. I do well with peer pressure, so no problem on that one.

I saved the big one for Q2. Two days a week – No spandex.  No sports bra.  No North Face vests.  Definitely no dry shampoo messy buns. Time to dress like a proper adult, which obviously means jeans and a top.  

You might be laughing, but this is pretty much the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time.  I’m a stay at home mom with two toddlers and just enough free time to squeak in a work out if I can time drop offs, music classes, and play dates perfectly.  So I dress for convenience.  Just saying that out loud makes me shudder and sigh with equal parts disappointment and resignation.

So I have made a resolution that is already causing me anxiety to prepare for and requiring a great deal of motivation to start.  At least two days a week, I will do it.  It doesn’t have to be a proper outfit like I would wear to work, but something that I could throw on with a blazer or heels and feel like a grown-up.  

Cheers to getting myself back. . . one pair of jeans at a time!