I’ve talked before about how I used to kinda sorta judge stay-at-home moms who stayed in their sweats all day and talked about how it was such a struggle to get dressed. At the time, I was a full-time teacher who needed to dress somewhat professionally every weekday, so it was no problem for me …
I thought once I got back down to my regular size that my style would pick up right where I’d left off, with everything belted and at least a few layers to switch things up and a pair of colorful heels a few times a week (not too mention the hairstyle-rotation thing I used to …
I used to scoff when I saw color-coordinating mother/daughter pairs holding hands in the street and buzzing around the grocery store doing errands. “What is this, the Brady Bunch?” I’d think to myself, wondering why on earth any mom would purposely try to match her mini-me daughter (unless, of course, they were taking family pictures …
