Why I blog

I'm an avid blog reader, especially of fashion blogs. These blogs chronicle the style musings of young, twenty-something women, who somehow manage to look consistently fantastic. I've learned a lot by reading these blogs. Mostly college students or recent graduates, they live in studio apartments with their hipster boyfriends and spend their days hanging out with friends, seeing concerts, crafting their own jewelry, and perusing thrift stores.  They often get spending money from their parents and are gifted expensive clothes from relatives. Because of these blogs, I've been encouraged to delve into my closet and look at fashion in a much more creative way. In addition,  I've expanded the range of stores I visit beyond those at the mall. I now thrift with regularity, focusing on items that express my individual sense of style rather than what labels they are. I'll admit that I used to have a teensy tiny problem as a label whore, buying things just because they were of a certain brand, rather than how they fit. I'm thankful that I've broken that habit because there's so much more to dressing well than wearing the trendiest or most coveted brand.

While perusing my favorite blogs the other day, I realized there was one thing that bothered me about them. While I consider myself young at heart, I am not a unencumbered twenty-something living in a studio apartment with her hipster boyfriend. I spend my free time chasing after my kids at the park, cleaning up one of my twins' millionth juice spill, and catching up on laundry. I'm lucky if I can grab a moment to read something other than the instructions for the Wii, much less attend a concert. And I have a husband to focus on, a mortgage to pay and school events to attend.


I suppose that's why I felt the need to create my own personal style blog. I understand that as a parent, fashion means something different to me that your average twenty-something. It has to be comfortable and functional, while also remaining stylish. Affordability is also important, as it would be inappropriate for me to rely on my parents for a clothing allowance. And, for the record, I am a thirty-six year old woman. I have no desire to dress as these young women do. Tight skirts, thigh-high boots, and midriff-baring tops would look ridiculous on me. And I'm perfectly fine with that.

American Eagle shirt; Texas Rangers tee; Old Navy skirt; J Crew tights; Frye cowboy boots; Nordstrom Rack necklace; Plato's Closet bracelet; Marc Jacobs watch, Forever 21 belt