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My low point came recently when I realized the daycare teacher was trying very hard not to look at my neck. I had completely forgotten about the… let's call it a "nibble of love" …from Husband-cat. There I am, trying to talk about my child's development and all the while the poor teacher is thinking, "Must. Keep. Looking. At. Face." God knows what the other parents thought.
After that stellar moment of public dressing. I made some new grooming rules: no more "house" clothes, look in the mirror at least once before I leave the house, and buy more scarves. I'm abandoning my Bay Area parent uniform of t-shirts, jeans, and sneakers, and moving towards actual pants, attractive shirts, and flats. My new 2013 goal is Dress Like A Grown Ass Woman (even when I'm going to daycare). We'll see how it goes.
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