one thing i've noticed about expecting a child is the incredible amount of Baby Stuff that needs to be begged, borrowed, stolen or bought before the grand debut of our little debutant, not to mention the ever-growing list of things needed in order to complete the posh mommy role. some may see an opportunity to allow their highly defined fashion sense kick into gear and wow the world with their pregnancy style brand. myself, i see it as a dozen or so additional ways to prove how un-cool i continue to be.
what's my mommy style? am i the yoga-pant pony-tail eco-friendly stroller-jogger on my way to meet other mom's for a starbang self-help book of the week retreat? or perhaps i'm the patchouli-scented tree-hugging baby-slinging mommy in the gauzy white sundress. i could be the fashion-savvy museum-going political-rally yummy mummy in the jackie o sunglasses, couldn't i? or the spiffily-coiffed invitation-sending highly informed baby-signing just-made-this-souffle-from-scratch martha mom?
perhaps not too sadly, no. i could never do any of those styles any justice, and more than likely i'd end up as a yoga-pant wearing patchouli-scented political-rally martha stewart-worshiping monster, un-cool in as many ways as i was trying to be trendy. cool, i simply am not.
but if there ever emerges a pickle-loving book-hoarding theatre-loving info-junkie olivia-idoling trend in the world of mommy styles - well, i've got the market cornered.
