Friday, November 13, 2009

How Times Have Changed....The Friday Night Wardrobe

Not so very long ago Friday nights would equal drinks straight from work with colleagues or home and a scrub up and change for a pub crawl around our local boozers. Both options would have been accompanied with some degree of fashion sense and a fair amount of thought would have gone into my clothing. Fast forward a few years and we are at home, t'husband in the bath with a glass of beer not long in from work and me sat here on the 'puter with a glass of vino blanco, dressed in probably the weirdest and most unattractive attire I have ever donned. I need to rewind the day to explain how it came to pass...

On Tuesday and Friday mornings I have a Spanish lesson so I drop Joseph off at school and then go off to said lesson in the next village for 9.30am. These are generally the only times during the week that I even vaguely make an effort with my appearance, I will be showered, hair washed, and some fairly heavy duty make up - foundation, blusher, eyeliner and mascara will have been applied with a hint of perfume. I will dig out some clean and ironed clothes that actually go together instead of just picking up the cack encrusted outfit off the floor that I've been wearing for the last couple of days. I'm not even sure why I go to such effort, my Spanish teacher is female as is my friend who I go with, but they do say women dress for women. Anyway I am digressing hugely.

This morning I put on my dark blue bootcut jeans (actually the only jeans that currently fit, really must work harder at this losing weight lark), a purple long sleeved t-shirt, an aubergine long line jumper with 3/4 length sleeves over it and some purple beads. I was planning to finish off the outfit with my lovely brown shoe boots but I could only find one in the lost shoe mountain that is the bottom of my wardrobe, so I had to forego decent footwear and chuck on my Uggs. It's OK though this is not exactly the fashion capital of Catalunya, not even close. Anyway so long as you don't look at my Uggs and Bootleg combo I'm looking OKish.

Fast forward a few hours and my only pair of jeans that fit were not faring well against my stodgy pizza dinner so they have been replaced with a pair of bright green trackie bottoms. The Uggs have also been substituted for a pair of Ugg-ish cow slippers under which are a pair of bright reddish/pink socks. Any trace of make up has gone and my clean, freshly washed hair is now tied back laced with remnants of Joseph's spag bol dinner and undoubtedly some of his snot. So to recap should you have lost your way or maybe the will to live, I am now wearing cow boot slippers, red socks, bright green trackie bums, a purple t-shirt, an aubergine jumper and purple beads. I look very much like a demented children's TV presenter who got dressed in the dark. Either that or a blind person who's just fell head first through a charity shop window. I wonder why t'husband is now in another room watching Sky Sports News on an eternal loop...

15 comments:

  1. at least you wont need a burgular alarm!

    sorry but that made me snort with laughter. Can associate with the clothes pile on the floor and only one pair of trousers that fit.

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  2. Have you managed to hack into my webcam? I am wearing something very similar... apart from mine has gravy stains down the leg where I dropped my dinner.

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  3. oh i have the clothes pile too. i'm in a purplely cami top and black 3/4 leggings at the mo not glam but comfy, i'm like you i make the effort and then i get home take of my jeans and put on some leggings. Comfort is the key when you've got lots of children to look after. xxx

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  4. I would never ever EVER been seen on such an outfit!

    *crosses fingers behind back*

    :D

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  5. what's wrong with this type of outfit?!
    I like the sound of it very much :)

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  6. Lol wearing something very similar here! Yesterday morning I couldn't get dressed in time to take my son to pre-school so I just put on jeans and kept everything else unchanged. When we got to pre-school my son said 'Mummy why are you wearing your pyjama top outside?'. Luckily no one else heard him say it!

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  7. So you decided against Casual Friday , then .

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  8. Aah, the old snot-spaghetti combo. Love it!

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  9. Been there. Done it. Last night. Probably will again tonight too. xx

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  10. You'd be considered posh in this house! The girl, as we speak, is wearing a swimming costume, back to front, socks on each erm and one red slipper and one blue sock. I am wearing thermal pants (the sort meant to be worn as under garments) and a paint spotted t-shirt and some much water damaged uggs. It's all vogue here, all the time.

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  11. You are almost describing my WAHM outfit - I live in jogpants, uggs and various shapeless tops. Not quite so multi-coloured (maybe one bright, the rest black) perhaps.

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  12. Love it! Having kids is my best excuse ever - I was always crap at this stuff! I remember going to an interview at a posh women's mag with my mum's American tan tights on - never got the job. Just remember that snot is snot filled with love (um and germs...:) ) xx

    PS - I have a pair of jeans and daren't try them on as they press my rolls of fat (quite a lot) up to my chin. Hilarious.

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  13. Sounds exactly what I used to wear on Friday nights out on the pull - I wonder why that didn't work??
    PS. Will admit that I do dress up occasionally for the school run.

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  14. So I now have an excuse to stay in my joggers and crap T-shirt, as all the other Mums do. Cheers for that, my wife just presumes I do it out of sheer laziness. This will show her. A hilarious read.

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  15. hooooooooow does dressing get to be such a chore?! I love your descriptions. I always thought I was a snappy dresser--especially for a casual American--until I moved to Japan. These ladies are fashionable!! so intimidating.

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