An awful awful breed this is - the middle class class wanna-be MILF.
Working mum, no time whatsoever BUT with a need to look semi-respectable. And the delusion that she can even look sexy.
Need to be comfy, too many trainers and yoga pants and leggings (pretending that this is a fashion statement).
Always with some spot of dirt (often milk, or some other children's food concoction) and with holes on her t-shirts.
The dress code is also predictable - most clothes are from White stuff (which is almost getting granny chic by now, really), "trendy" colourful trainers or other comfy camper shoes, funky earrings, hair that desperately needs a haircut (And ofter some colouring. And a wash.)
I hate to admit it but this is me these days. I like to pretend that I am better than that, but really I am not...
One of these days I will find time to overhaul my wardrobe and accept the fact that I need better and newer clothes.
But today is not this day.
Today, I'm off to put on another dirty t-shirt and then I'll just have to go and make some baby food.
Working mum, no time whatsoever BUT with a need to look semi-respectable. And the delusion that she can even look sexy.
Need to be comfy, too many trainers and yoga pants and leggings (pretending that this is a fashion statement).
Always with some spot of dirt (often milk, or some other children's food concoction) and with holes on her t-shirts.
The dress code is also predictable - most clothes are from White stuff (which is almost getting granny chic by now, really), "trendy" colourful trainers or other comfy camper shoes, funky earrings, hair that desperately needs a haircut (And ofter some colouring. And a wash.)
I hate to admit it but this is me these days. I like to pretend that I am better than that, but really I am not...
One of these days I will find time to overhaul my wardrobe and accept the fact that I need better and newer clothes.
But today is not this day.
Today, I'm off to put on another dirty t-shirt and then I'll just have to go and make some baby food.
