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I am having a crisis of style.  I’d like to think that before Tater came along I had at least a modicum of style.  Always clean and well put together.  Not terribly trendy but stylish nonetheless.  It is painfully obvious that this is not the case any more.  I have what I affectionately refer to as the “Momiform” or the Mom Uniform.  It does not involve “Mom Jeans”, thankfully, but that fact does not excuse it from the Fashion Police 10 Most Wanted.

Every day I wear relatively low-rise jeans or tan pants, a white t-shirt and white tennis shoes.  Okay, so some days I wear a blue t-shirt or a tank top and when it’s cold I wear a sweater but you get the idea.  Anything that even remotely looks like it won’t withstand the spit-up-fest that is our daily routine just doesn’t find it’s way into the rotation.  Gone are cute blouses in materials other than cotton, heels that are higher than–well–my tennis shoes, and any sort of jewelry other than my wedding ring.  And please just forget about a hairstyle.  If it’s not in a ponytail, Tater has it in her mouth or hands (ouch!). 

I keep telling myself that I’ll be stylish again when she’s a little older but what if it’s too late?  What if The Mommy is completely unsalvageable by then?  I guess I have two choices: 1) to go on faith that some day I’ll get back to some resemblance of style or 2) in the immortal words of Tim Gunn “make it work” and find the time to coordinate more than jeans and a t-shirt on a daily basis.  First I’ve got to have more than jeans and t-shirts to coordinate…