The only time I had to wear a uniform (not counting restaurant jobs) was in junior high. Even then, our unifoms had lots of selections, so it wasn’t terribly stringent. We had a choice of four shirts to pair with a choice of four bottoms. I usually ended up wearing shorts every day only because I found that the most comfortable, but I digress.
A recent post by another blogger prompted me to look somewhat critically at my wardrobe and what I currently wear, and it dawned on me that I have a Mommy uniform. The bottoms are always denim (either jeans or capris), and the top is either a spaghetti strap tank top (available in several colors), a T-shirt from work, or a V-neck T-shirt (pick a color, any color). And, not unlike junior high, I’m always wearing tennis shoes.
After Kathy did my hair yesterday, it occured to me that I really should get back to wearing makeup again. It’s not like I ever wore a lot of makeup, mind you. I wore more on my wedding day than I think I had in my entire life, and even then, I wasn’t wearing very much! (Okay, maybe not in my entire life, but certainly within the past ten years.) So today, before we left for Animal Kingdom (Chris wanted to go with The Boy for Fathers’ Day), I put on a little bit of gloss and immediately felt less frumpy. Except I then realized that I needed eye liner, so I picked up some this afternoon.
Next, I really need to get my eyebrows done.
Anyway, back to my Mommy uniform. Said uniform does not limit itself to the home. Because I don’t have a dress code at work, I can wear whatever I want – that is to say, I end up wearing my Mommy uniform to work, too. I know it’s not necessary – lots of women at work are mothers and manage to put together nice ensembles every morning. Granted, most of them have children older than mine (okay, there’s only one lady at work with children my son’s age – of course, they’re triplets – and she has a similar Mommy uniform!), but it simply means there’s hope.
I think it may be time to revisit my closet and dust off some of the things I used to wear at my old job, where I had a dress code that consisted of more than “Dress comfortably, but no shorts”. I may well have given most of it away, but surely I kept some of my cute clothes.