A post like the one below isn’t so much for me to brag about my amazing sewing skills (which are highly overestimated by the way) as it is to brag about the fact that I, Audrey Merket, actually wore something cute and unstained on the same day that I went to the effort to do my hair.
When we were briefly living in DC we attended church there. My ears perked up one Sunday when one of the women told us that when she was a young mother she decided that there was one thing that she decided she needed to do in order to be a successful wife and mother. I wrestled my child, waiting for an inspirational boost from her words. “Every day before I did anything for my husband or my children I made sure that I looked good – and I did! Some days people would come to the door and ask me where I was going and I would say, ‘nowhere,’ but it showed how seriously I took my job.” Seriously? My spirits were not buoyed, my child did not stop wiggling, and I probably left the meeting with traces of drool somewhere on my person. Admittedly the worst of it was that a small part of me actually felt guilty for not greeting each day as if I were to spend the afternoon with the first lady. I agree that looking good does bring confidence, but sometimes it seems like a lot of effort to go to when my clothes are likely to be smeared with food and I’m not going to see anyone except maybe our elderly neighbors that pretend they’re not watching me hang laundry on the line (and probably wonder if I own anything other than yoga pants).
Regardless of silly goals, even days that I dress up (ie change into actual clothes) I spend a significant amount of time in pants with elastic waistbands. It really doesn’t help that lately my actual clothes have elastic waistbands. That’s the honest truth, just thought you should know.