As a new mom, I’m not sure if I have a leg up or a leg down in this “worst dressed” competition. So, I’m just going to make due with what I’m wearing lately and let you decide how to judge it.
(PS is leg down a phrase? I’m thinking no. But it should be.)
This is what I found myself wearing for the bulk of the day. Please note, this photo is rather localized because I’m not wearing pants.
Yes, that's spit up on my shoulder next to my exposed sports bra.
After I finally took off my milk-stained sweater and put on pants, I found myself wearing this:
Now, now. I know many of you are thinking, “Bullshit. That’s what you were wearing on Friday. I saw it on Facebook.” And you would be right. Except that when I finally put on clothes again on Tuesday, I found myself wearing the same outfit but with different socks. The shirt is baggy and forgiving, the pants are green a color that I love. That’s the entirety of thought that keeps bringing me back to this outfit. And I was too lazy to take a new picture, so here you go.
That’s a lie.
I did take a new picture. I just looked thinner in this one.
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You are so hot. Seriously though, you look good!
Thanks JW
I had to laugh at the spit up. I remember walking around with it all over me and not even noticing until my husband would get home and point it out. You would’ve thought that I would’ve changed just from the smell of it. Wacky postpartum!
I’m personally pretty proud of myself if I wear clothes at all. I’m not joking.
HOld the phone.
HOLD THE MOTHERFARGIN PHONE.
While I scrolled down preparing to tell you I hated you for being this skinny already, my sly, sleuthing Nancy Drew skills sniffed something different out around here.
I smell the residue of my favorite, magical unicorn’s dukey (dookie?) she left. Where is she? Where is that sexy little WordPress beast? Give her back.
She was my unicorn first. I just loaned her out to people for awhile. Fairy blogmother right here. Yuh-huh.
When I was a new momma I would’ve had the outfit on FRIDAY THRU TUESDAY. So you’re a leg up (or down) on me. Heck, I pretty much do that now, who am I kidding, and my kid is 3. I think it’s HAWT
Monkey is already 2 and I STILL have stains on my clothes.
Wait, could they be MY doing?
You look smokin’.
You look great. That’s my kind of outfit. I almost got out of bed last night to take a picture for Bloggers Worst Dressed, but after three hours of a screaming teething baby, I decided I’d rather sleep, so I missed the deadline. Oh well.
I love that you are preemptively fighting off whiners.
You are beautiful. Always.
You look awesome! That’s SO my kind of outfit.
You totally get to wear the same clothes for at least the first sixth months after giving birth so you are within the fashion window.
Love how your site looks on WP!
You? Are adorable.
And the same outfit, different day? Been there, done that.
Spit up or not, your body is rockin!
PS: Digging the new design!
Seriously, KLZ, you look great.
Oh, this reminds me of the time when Luke was a tiny baby and we were rocking in the chair, minding our own business, when just out of nowhere the entirety of his stomach contents came up and into my nursing sleep bra/tank top. Just sat there in a puddle. It was phemoneal..ly gross.
Nothing wrong with hanging out in the same clothes!
Your hair is so cute that it makes me wish I could have a short haircut. Without having my hair turn into an afro.
Hey hey! Comfies need no explanation for color combos or double-wearing! Comfies are comfies!
I love that everything is in the same color family.
You’re right. I did come back for the pantlessness.
I do remember what it was like when every shirt I wore had spit up stains. And very likely, I smelled like spit up, as well.
That’s pretty much EXACTLY what I’d be wearing all day if my job didn’t have a vague idea of a dress code. They want me to appear “professional.”
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