Redefining Beauty

Last night I had a dream where my poorly designed, unattractive nursing tank became a beautiful pale blue silk evening gown with intricate beading on the bodice.  My hair was pulled back in a romantic updo, my makeup was applied perfectly and every man who walked by me turned his head and whistled.  Prior to having Jack I would have never stepped out of the house in a sweat suit or gym shoes, unless I were on my way to the gym.  Last week I finally decided to succumb to motherhood and buy a navy blue sweatsuit and vowed to wear whatever I damn well please.  I had my fashion heyday.  At one time I was given the ability to coordinate the most perfect, creative outfit with the right accessories, hair and makeup.  I visited sale racks, second hand stores and vintage boutiques and found some amazing pieces for close to nothing.  The energy I once put into outfitting myself in my finds is now put into being a mom and a wife...and I'm okay with that.  I can certainly find ways to spruce up this navy blue sweatsuit or this bright pink maternity hand-me-down fleece that I can't bear to part with.