There is no doubt that Motherhood has changed my personal style. From the clothing I wear to the time I spend on my hair, being the mother of two little girls has a great impact on the style of the girl you see on this blog.
I’ve always called my style: ‘classic’ mixed with a little preppy and trendy. However, before children my closet was more eclectic than what you’ll find inside nowadays and heels, quite a few pairs of heels, were present. I think I own one pair of pumps now…
From the moment I found out I was pregnant in 2013, I began dressing differently.
Gone were the days when I could reach into my ginormous overflowing closet and pick out anything to wear. Pregnancy forced me to dress in only what fit and what didn’t look ridiculous in public. I wanted to live in my husband’s boxers and t-shirts, but I forced myself to buy oversized dresses, maternity clothes, and leggings. I was so frustrated I purged my closet and got rid of everything I owned that wasn’t Momish. Sometimes I regret that purge, but others I’m glad I ripped off the bandaid. The only shoes I ever wore were flats. As a way to compensate for my lack of a wardrobe, I spent extra time on my hair and perfecting a simple makeup routine before leaving the house.
After Annabelle was born and the baby weight fell off, I went back to wearing whatever I could find in my closet but with one stipulation – it had to be breastfeeding friendly.
I was also on a budget at the time, so I was forced to become very creative with what I already owned. Breastfeeding put quite a restriction on my personal style, as did the fact that I was now toting around a boogery, drooling cherub.
The easiest clothing to wear turned out to be found in my pajama drawer for quite some time. I chose to wear a lot of pants and v-neck t-shirts, so much that I think it became my mom-iform for awhile.
Even after I quit nursing Annabelle, I still had to dress for convenience, comfort, and coverage. Whatever outfit I chose to wear for the day had to cover my goodies if I needed to bend over to chase my toddler or withstand an accidental juice box spill.
After I got pregnant again and was forced to live in compression pants due to a varicose vein issue for ten months, I made a conscious decision to spruce up my wardrobe with classic pieces I could wear for years that wouldn’t go out of style.
Dark jeans, expensive black leggings (b/c cheap never holds anything up), basic shirts, a few dresses/skirts, and sweaters are my jam. I shop for solid colors and mix in plaid or stripes. I love flats, but I have a few wedges and booties as well.
Motherhood is a gift and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world – not even the liberty to shop ’til I drop.
I believe my personal style has only evolved and matured instead of worsened since I became a Mama. There are days I choose to wear joggers over jeans, but I always spend a little bit of time on my hair to take away from the fact I’m dressed down. My hair might be dirty, but a curling wand and dry shampoo can work wonders.
Two pregnancies later and with toddlers ruling my life, my wardrobe will never be what it was pre-motherhood. I used to spend a great deal of my paycheck on clothing, but now my money goes first to my daughters’ wardrobe. The infrequent shopping trips require me to dig deep in my closet (or borrow from my sisters).
My personal style can still be defined as classic and preppy. But what’s different after motherhood is I choose to buy staple pieces over a fun trendy top. I dress myself with my daughters in mind – as their role model for style, I would never wear something I didn’t think each girl could wear someday.
I’m linking up with 8 other bloggers (who are also moms) to talk about how motherhood has affected each woman’s personal style. I love reading each Mama’s stories! Check out these lovely ladies below:
Samantha (The Samantha Show) | Alyssa (Feathers and Stripes) | Lauren (Outfits and Outings) | Caitlin (Confessions of a Northern Belle) | Laura (Have Need Want) | Amanda (South Coast Style) | April (April Go Lightly) | Angelle (Dashing Darlin’)