i have seen my fashion future as a mother.
and it does not look good.
this week i'm babysitting full time.
so i woke this morning at 7. put on some faded grey gap pants, a $5 yankee championship t, and my burgundy danskos (which are always on stacey and clinton's what NOT to wear list), and NO MAKEUP.
okay, okay, so in the interest of full disclosure, i wear the pants a lot, but not usually with such a disheartening ensemble.
in her memoir, happens every day, isabelle gillies talks about being the mom in practical clothes who loses her husband to the woman in marc jacobs.
so if i know this is the direction i will lean. and i don't yet have a husband. perhaps there is still time for me to nip this in the bud.