When I became a mum I feared for the inevitable casualties in my life. I mourned my social life before it had even disappeared (and even when it did it soon returned, and is filled with all the lovely friends I've made since having the boy). I worried that by becoming a mother, I would lose another part of myself, as if I didn't have room to be a mum as well as everything else, another bit of me would have to go (hopes that it would be the angry/irrational/hormonal part of my personality were sadly never realised). Muddled in with this was the slightly vain concern about the impact motherhood would have on my sense of style (ok, it was a very vain concern). Regular readers of this blog might have picked up by now that I quite like clothes. I'd go so far as to say clothes are a pretty important part of my life. Since I was a teenager I've used my wardrobe as a means to express myself, and as a way to feel like me. It's never really been about being different, or original, or even particularly stylish. (I used to wear a tutu at university, folks. A tutu), but more about honesty (about who I am), and embracing something I really really enjoy.
Much as I loved being pregnant (apart from all the vomiting, and there was a lot of vomiting during those nine months) - I hated maternity clothes. I'd been working in an office for about four years, and I'd struggled to conform to 'work wear' as it was - when my wardrobe options were limited further I absolutely loathed it. I gained something magical with the boy, but I did feel I lost my joy for clothes during the pregnancy and in the months after his birth. And I know it sounds so trite - I'd just had a baby for goodness sake, who care's about clothes? But I did, and I do. As I said, it might be vain, but the way I dress and the pleasure I take from it is a really big part of me.
Recently I've begun to feel like my old self. There is a reason I don't sell adult vintage clothes, and that reason is me. When I see something I like I want it - for me. I give my heart easily when it comes to vintage clothes, and letting go of them is not something I enjoy (I suppose I could just sell clothes that weren't my size, but that would be weird right? And also really annoying to other people my size). Maybe it's because my brain is feeling less sleep-addled, but I've begun to think about my wardrobe again, and plan, and experiment and enjoy dressing up. And maybe, just maybe, this means I can be me, and be a mum, and not have to give up any part of myself (except going out on the lash every night, but to be honest I think it was more than time for that to stop...)
This week! We've been doing a lot of decorating, and ripping out bathrooms, and trying to find a decent plumber, and wearing vintage dungarees, and stressing about home renovations, and one of us has been really struggling with teething...
I celebrated International Babywearing Week with my own paean to babywearing. Look at all those wraps! *Hides bank statements*
I've added lot's of new finds to the shop this week, including my vintage item of the week! This is probably one of the best dresses ever to grace the Lori and the Caravan shop, and I am shocked, shocked I tell thee, to say it is still available. Unworn, in great condition, and aged approx. 2-3 years, this dress is a stunner, and it's only £18!
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